Page 261 - bethel-primitive-baptist-hymns

CHRISTIAN EXERCISES.
5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name
With my last lab’ring breath,
And dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
309 L. M.
Longing to praise Christ better.
1 | ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
L* O’er the sharp sorrows of thy soul,
And see my Maker’s broken laws
Repaired and honored by thy cross :
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
Vanquished by that dear blood of thine,
And see the man that groaned and died,
Sit glorious by his father’s side:
3 My passions rise and soar above,
I’m winged with faith, and fired with love;
Fain would I reach eternal things,
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains
For want of his immortal strains;
And in such humble notes as these,
Falls far below thy victories.
5 Well, the kind minute must appear
When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay, and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.
310 C. M.
Christ worshipped by all Creation.
1 0MB, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;