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A hand that feels his grace;
That leads to endless bliss.
When sinking in despair;
And chases ev'ry fear. 3 Faith cuts its way through all the storms
That sin and Satan raise;
While we adore free grace. 4 Faith speaks with pleasantness of voice,
“Come quit this earthly shore, Ye mourning saints, ye shall rejoice
When time shall be no more."
Longing for Glory. 1 Lord, what a restless state
Is this that's here below; New troubles constantly create,
And make us daily woe!
grows cold! How often unbelief presides,
And faith lets go its hold !
O when shall I remove
To yonder blest abode?
Adore a perfect God?
And bow before that throne,
Triumphant reign alone? 5 I long to bear a part
In heav'n's seraphic lays;
To thy eternal praise.
The pinions of a dove;
And soar to joys above!
And ever cry aloud,
Salvation to my God!
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HERE two or three together meet,
And tell what I have done,
Who worships at my throne.”
2 Make one in this assembly, Lord;
To set the spirit free;
In fellowship with thee!
It stands divinely free:
To sinners such as we.
Release from slavish fear;
'Till thou shalt bring us there!
The Saint's Fears groundless, and God'ɛ Love
Doth sorrow press thee down?
Or does he seem to frown?
That make thee mourning go?
And full salvation too.
3 In darkness or distress
His love's the same to thee;
Immutable and free. 4
Should guilt disturb thy peace,
Or Satan harass thee,
That sets the guilty free. 5 Tho' he afflict thy mind,
'Tis not that he'll destroy; Eternal Wisdom ne'er design'd
To give thee always joy. 6 Your days of trial, then,
Are all ordain'd by heav'n;
You ne'er shall have eleven. any Beneath thy fainting head
Thy Father and thy friend
To succour and defend. 3 O thou of little faith,
Thy pace is slow, yet sure;
Shall to the end endure.
Spar'd another year to see,
2 When the slaves of sin we lay,
Thou in love didst us survey;
God hath helped us hitherto! 3 In temptation's hottest day,
On the mount, or thro' the sea,
God hath help'd us hitherto! 4. In the depths of fear and sin
Thou hast Isr'el's refuge been;
God has help'd me hitherto! 5 Oft by Zion's foes annoy'd,
Oft cast down but not destroy'd;
God hath help'd us hitherto! 6 Wake, my soul, thy God to praise ;
Raise thy Ebenezer, raise !
God hath help'd me hitherto!
Thee we found a peaceful God;
Thou hast help'd us hitherto! 8 Toss'd with tempests we have been,
In the deep thy footsteps seen;
God hath help'd us hitherto! 9 God of love, forgive the sin!
We have long ungrateful been;