CONVERT'S PRAISE FOR A REVIVAL. L. M.
1. Ye new-born souls, your voices raise, Join to proclaim the Saviour's praise; 2 Oh! it was cold, and dark, and drear, Till God the Comforter came near,
O Canaan, it is my happy home; I am bound for the land of Canaan.
3 This sinful world is not my rest,
I am bound for the land of Canaan,
I long to lean on Jesus' breast,
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
O Canaan, &c.
4 Then come with me, beloved friend;
I am bound for the land of Canaan;
The joys of heaven shall never end;
I am bound for the land of Canaan.
O Canaan, &c.
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5. O do not be discouraged, For Je-sus is your friend, And
of ten you re-quest; He'll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.
2 From men great skill professing,
I thought a cure to gain;
But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.
Some said that nothing ailed me;
Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.
3 At length, this great PhysicianHow matchless is his grace! Accepted my petition,
And undertook my case;
First gave me sight to view him,-
For sin my eyes had sealed,-
Then bade me look unto him:
I looked, and I was healed.
4 A dying, risen Jesus,
Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician; His help he'll freely give; He makes no hard condition; 'Tis only, Look and live.
Looking forward to Heaven.
1 From every earthly pleasure,
From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure,
That soon will fade and die;
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
The joys that never end.
2 From every piercing sorrow,
That heaves our breast to-day,
Or threatens us to-morrow,
Hope turns our eyes away:
On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.
3 'Tis true we are but strangers,
We sojourn here below;
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go;
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above;
And onward still we're pressing,
To reach that land of love.
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