.3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength, 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers, I'll entertain the darkest hours, WATTS. 1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin, 4 Salvation! O, thou bleeding Lamb, 296 Living to Christ. DODDRIDGE. 1 My gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being but for theeIts sure support, its noblest end? 'Tis my delight thy face to see, And serve the cause of such a Friend. 3 'Tis to my Saviour I would liveTo him who for my ransom died; Nor could all worldly honor give Such bliss as crowns me at his side. 4 His work my hoary age shall bless, When youthful vigor is no more, 3 My friends are so dear unto me, Our hearts are united in love: Where Jesus is gone we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. 4 Then why so unwilling to part, Since there we shall all meet again? Engraved on Immanuel's heart, At distance we cannot remain. 5 O, when shall we see that bright day, 6 With Jesus we ever shall reign, 2 The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood Hide all my transgressions from view. 3 The work which his goodness began, The arra of his strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, And never was forfeited yet: 4 Things future, nor things that are now, 5 My name from the palms of his hands |