Thanksgiving for the Success of the Gospel in Ireland

Rise, ye ransom'd sinners, rise,
Friends and neighbours, to the skies;
Ye by Jesu's blood brought near.
Ye to Jesu's Father dear;
Sing with me, give thanks, rejoice;
Make to God a cheerful noise;
I the wandering sheep have found,
Earth and heaven with praise resound!

I, (yet O, not I, but He
Through my weakest ministry,)
On the brink of the great deep,
Jesus foimd His wandering sheep:
Who their heavenly Owner was,
Hk hath mark'd them with His cross;
He who paid their price of old,
Now hath brought them to His fold.
Jesus, God o'er all supreme,
V'e ere long shall reign with Him,
In celestial glory stand
With the sheep at His right hand;
Join the bright angelic throng.
Shout the new triumphant song,
Face to face our Shepherd see,
(iaze to all eternity!