40 Blow ye the trumpet

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Tune: Lenox, Lewis Edson, 1782

Text: Charles Wesley, 1750

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav’nly grace;
And saved from earth appear
Before your Savior’s face.

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

335 Savior, visit thy plantation

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Tune: Return again, arr William L Williams, 1850

Text: John Newton, 1779

Savior, visit Thy plantation,

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation,
Unless Thou return again.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high!
Lest for want of Thy assistance,
Ev’ry plant should droop and die.
Lord, revive us! Lord, revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.
Lord, revive us! O revive us!
All our help must come from Thee.

27 O for a closer walk with God

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Tune Bethel
Text William Cowper 1772.

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and His Word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.