GRACE 'tis a pleasing sound, Harmonious to the ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, 2. Grace first contriv'd the way, And all the steps that grace display 3. Grace taught our wandering feet To tread the heavenly road; And fresh supplies each hour we meet, While pressing on to GoD. 4. Grace all the work shall crown, It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 124. C. M. Rejoicing in the hope of Salvation. 1. SALVATION! O the joyful sound! A sovereign balm for every wound, 2. Salvation! O the power and grace 3. Salvation! let the echo fly, The Gospel-Jubilee. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow Return, ye wandering sinners, home. 2. Behold the Son of GOD, Commission'd from above, To all the human race The messenger of love; The of Jubilee is come, year Return, ye contrite sinners, home. 3. The gospel-trumpet sounds; Let all the nations hear, And earth's remotest bounds Before the throne appear: The year of Jubilee is come, Return, ye pardon'd sinners, home. 126. C. M. Peace to the returning Penitent. 1. SWEET is the friendly voice which speaks 2. No healing balm on earth, like this 3. Thou still art merciful and kind; 4. Let thy bright presence, LORD! restore 127. S. M. The Hope of pardoning Mercy. 1. RAISE your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds 2. Sing how eternal love Its well-beloved chose, And bade him raise our sinful race From its abyss of woes. 3. Pardon and peace from heaven, 4. Now, sinners ! dry your tears; Let hopeless sorrow cease; Grateful accept your Father's love, And take the offer'd peace. 5. LORD! we obey thy call; 128. c. M. Hope of Heaven from the Resurrection BLESS'D be the everlasting God, Be his abounding mercy prais'd. His majesty adord. 2. When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, He gave us all a lively hope 3. What though the frame of man require Since Christ, our pledge and pattern, rose, 4. There's an inheritance divine, 5. Saints by the power of GoD are kept, We walk by faith, as strangers here, 129. P. M. Life, Death, and the Resurrection. 1. ETERNAL GOD! how frail is man! Hath skill to fly, or power to save? 2. But let no murmuring heart complain, 1 1 |