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Thoughts written in the Night of Oct. 1, 1782.
By another Hand.
How blest who make, thro' grace, their calling sure,
Their spirit watchful and their conduct pure;
Yea, blest are they, who anchor on the ground,
Where only strength or steadfastness is found;
Whose thankful hearts, like David's lyre, record
The daily mercies of their dying Lord!
Their spirit watchful and their conduct pure;
Yea, blest are they, who anchor on the ground,
Where only strength or steadfastness is found;
Whose thankful hearts, like David's lyre, record
The daily mercies of their dying Lord!
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Emanuel he! the lamb for sinners slain;
The convict pardons and blots out the stain;
Freed from their guilt, no more their conscience blames;
Nor Sinai thunders, nor the law condemns.
Their soul at ease, their thankful lips record,
The tender mercies of their dying Lord!
The convict pardons and blots out the stain;
Freed from their guilt, no more their conscience blames;
Nor Sinai thunders, nor the law condemns.
Their soul at ease, their thankful lips record,
The tender mercies of their dying Lord!
'Twas he that paid the debt so widely large,
And by his rising seal'd the dread discharge:
By him alone before the Judge we stand,
Acquitted freely at his own command:
“Go free,” he cries—we go, and here record,
How rich the goodness of our rising Lord.
And by his rising seal'd the dread discharge:
By him alone before the Judge we stand,
Acquitted freely at his own command:
“Go free,” he cries—we go, and here record,
How rich the goodness of our rising Lord.
By nature once, obnoxious in his sight,
That nature chang'd, he calls us his delight,
His love, his fair one, and his favourite child,
Though worthless we, and in ourselves defil'd;
But such the mercy that we here record,
And such the favour of our gracious Lord!
That nature chang'd, he calls us his delight,
His love, his fair one, and his favourite child,
Though worthless we, and in ourselves defil'd;
But such the mercy that we here record,
And such the favour of our gracious Lord!
Loud hallelujahs then to him we'll sing,
And make on earth the heav'nly mansions ring;
'Till call'd from time we join the eternal choir,
Hold up the song, and raise the anthem higher;
While million harps and million tongues record,
The deathless glories of our glorious Lord!
And make on earth the heav'nly mansions ring;
'Till call'd from time we join the eternal choir,
Hold up the song, and raise the anthem higher;
While million harps and million tongues record,
The deathless glories of our glorious Lord!
J. L.
FINIS.
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