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Public, Parlor, and Cottage Hymns (1823)
1. Drooping saints, no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious,
If on Christ you do believe;
You will find him precious.
2. Jesus now is passing by.
Call the mourners to him;
He has died, for you and I,
Now look up, and view him.
3. From his hands, his feet, his side;
Runs a healing fountain.
See the consolation tide;
Boundless as the ocean.
4. See the living waters move,
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love.
Or to perish trying.
5. Grace's store is always free;
Drooping souls to gladden,
Jesus calls; Come unto me,
Weary, heavy laden.
6. Though your sins, like mountains high,
Rise and reach to heaven;
Soon as you, on him rely,
All shall be forgiven.
7. Now methinks, I hear one say,
I will go, and prove him;
If he takes my sins away;
Surely I shall love him.
8. Yes, I see the Father smile.
Smiling moves my burden;
All is grace, for I am vile.
Yet he seals my pardon.
9. Streaming mercy, how it flows,
Now I know I feel it;
Half has never yet been told.
Yet, I want to tell it.
10. Jesus' blood has healed my wounds,
Oh the wondrous story;
I was lost, but now am found,
Glory! Glory! Glory!
11. Glory to my Savior's name,
Saints are bound to love him;
Mourners, you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
12. Hasten to the Savior's blood,
Feel it, and declare it;
Oh that I could sing so loud,
That all the world might hear it.
13. If no greater joys are known.
In the upper regions,
I will try to travel on,
In this pure religion.
14. Heaven's here, and heaven's there,
Glory's here, and yonder;
Brightest seraphs shout amen,
While all the angels wonder.
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Camp-Meeting Chorister (1830)
1. Drooping souls no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious;
If in Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.
Jesus, he is passing by.
Calling mourners to him;
He has died for you and me.
Now look up and view him.
2. From his hands, his feet, his side,
Flows the healing lotion,
See the consolating tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
Feel the living waters move,
O ye sick and dying,
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.
3. Grace's store is full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden:
Jesus calls, Come unto me,
Ye weary, heavy laden:
Though your sins like mountains high
Rise and reach to heaven;
Soon as you on Christ rely,
All shall be forgiven.
4. Now methinks, I hear one say,
I will go and prove him,
If he take my sins away
Surely I shall love him:
Now I see the Savior smile,
He removes my burden.
All's of grace – though I am vile,
Yet he seals my pardon.
5. Streaming mercy how it rolled,
Now I know, I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it;
Jesus' blood has healed my wound,
O the wondrous story,
I was lost, but now I'm found,
Glory, glory, glory.
6. Glory to my Savior's name, .
Saints are bound to love him:
Sinners you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to my Savior's blood,
Feel it, and declare it;
O that I could sing so loud
That all the world might hear it.
7. Should no greater joys be known
In the upper region,
Still I'd strive to travel on
In this pure religion.
Heaven now, and heaven then;
Glory here and yonder,
Brightest seraphs shout Amen
While the angels wonder.
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Broaddus, Dover Selection (1831)
1. Drooping souls, no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious:
If in Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calls the mourner to him;
Brings salvation from on high,
Now look up and view him.
2, From his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs the healing lotion;
See the consolating tide,
Boundless as the ocean:
See the healing waters move
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.
3. Grace's store is always free.
Drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls, Come unto me,
Ye weary, heavy laden:
Though your sins, like mountains high,
Rise, and reach to heaven
Soon as you on me rely,
All shall be forgiven.
4. Now methinks I hear one say,
I will go and prove him;
If he takes my sins away,
Surely I shall love him:
Yes! I see the Father smile,
Now I lose my burden;
All is grace, for I am vile,
Yet be seals my pardon.
5. Streaming mercy, how it flows:
Now l know I feel it:
Tongue cannot the half disclose,
Yet I long to tell it.
Jesus' blood has healed my wound;
O the wondrous story!
I was lost, but now am found;
Glory: glory: glory!
6. Glory to my Savior's name!
Saints are bound to love him;
Sinners, you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to the Savior's blood,
Feel it and deciare it:
O that I could sing so loud,
That all the world might hear it.
7. If no greater joys are known
In the upper region,
I will try to follow on
In this pure religion:
Heaven's here, and heaven's there,
Glory's here and yonder;
Brightest seraphs shout his praise,
While all the angels wonder.
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