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JAMES HARINGTON EVANS,
MINISTER OP JOHN STREET CHAPEL.
· JOHN F. SHAW, 27, SOUTHAMPTON ROW,
PSALMS AND HYMNS.
What unknown joys this moment brings ! Freed from the mischiefs sin hath brought,
From pains and fears, and all their springs. 2 Absent from flesh ! illustrious day!
Surprising scene ! triumphant stroke That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke. 3 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet por wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Measʼring the cares and joys of time. 4 I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
For angels wait and point my way.. 2. “Being made a curse for us.”—Gal, iii. 13. 8.7's. A CCURSED is the Lamb of God,
'Tis for man he bears the rod; Earth and skies are veil'd in grief, Man alone shows unbelief.
2 'Tis finish'd !-through creation's bound
Fly, 0 fly, triumphant sound;
'Tis finish'd! earth re-echoing rings. 3 'Tis finish'd! and the toil is o'er,
The wondrous toil the Saviour bore;
And on the cross achieves our cause. 4 'Tis finish’d! see the victor rise,
Shake off the grave and claim the skies;
And all its hosts receive their King. 5 'Tis finish'd! but what sinner dare
In that triumphant hope to share ?
Our claim alone that joy to see.
And count all other gain but loss;
3. “ Unite my heart to fear thy name.”
Ps. lxxxvi, 11. AT H! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,
That can from Jesus still depart; And, fond of trifles, vainly rove,
Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 2 In vain we charge our thoughts to stay
And chide each vanity away ;
In vain alas ! resolve to bind
The rebel heart, the wand'ring mind. 3 Through all resolves it quickly flies,
And mocks such weak and tender ties;
That can our rebel hearts confine.
And never from its sway remove.
Bind all the feelings of the soul;
And ever sway this wayward heart.
Isa. liii. 5.
And did my Sovereign die ?
For such a worm as I ?
He groan’d upon the tree?
And love beyond degree !
And shut his glory in,
For man the creature's sin.