2 When shall these eyes thy glorious walls
And gates of pearl behold:
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of purest gold?

20 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend;
Where congregations ne'er break up,
Nor sabbaths ever end?

4 [There happier bow'rs than Eden's Nor sin nor sorrow know: [bloom, Blest seats! thro' rude and stormy I onward press to you.

[scenes

5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.]
6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my SAVIOUR stand;
And all I love in CHRIST below
Shall join the glorious band.
7 Jerusalem! my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end
When I thy joys shall see.

357. Praise for Delivering Grace. L.M.

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies.-PSALM ciii. 2 to 4.

TO GOD MY SAVIOUR and my King,
Fain would my soul her tribute bring:
Join me, ye saints, in songs of praise,
Ye who have known his wond'rous
grace.

2 *Helpless, un pitied, once I lay,
Breathing my wretched life away;
He saw me welt'ring in my blood,
And felt the pity of a GOD:

3 With speed he flew to my relief, Bound up my wounds, and sooth'd my

grief;

Pour'd joys divine into my heart,
And bade each anxious fear depart.

4 Deep in my inmost soul, O LORD,
Let me these proofs of love record:
To thee O may I freely give,
The life, which I from thee receive,

5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise,

Thro' the remainder of my days,
And, when I join the choirs above,
My soul shall better sing thy love.

* Ezek. xvi. 4 to 9.

358. Rejoicing in Christ as the Head of the Church. C.M.

But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even CHRIST, &c.-EPH. iv. 15, 16.

JESUS, I sing thy matchless grace
That calls a worm thine own;
Gives me among thy saints a place
To make thy glories known.
2 Allied to thee, our vital head,

We live, and grow, and thrive;
From thee divided each is dead,
When most he seems alive.

3 Thy saints on earth, and those above, Here join in sweet accord:

One body all in mutual love,

And thou our common LORD.

4 Oh, may my faith each hour derive
Thy Spirit with delight;

While death and hell in vain shall strive
The bond to disunite.

5 Thou the whole body wilt present
Before thy Father's face;
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.

EPHES. V. 27.

358. 2. Rejoicing in Hope. 8—7—4.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.-PSALM iv. 7.

FAR from us be grief and sadness:
Further still unhallow'd mirth;
Zion's sons may sing with gladness,
Theirs are joys of heav'nly birth:
JESUS Owns them:

He is LORD of heav'n and earth.

2 All the worldling's mirth is madness,
All his labour fruitless toil :
Saints alone taste real gladness,
Tho' the world their choice revile;
Sweet their portion;

Life is in the SAVIOUR'S Smile.

3 Worlds would seem as nothing to us,
Balanc'd with a SAVIOUR'S love;
Since the LORD in mercy drew us,
Drew our souls to things above,
Earthly objects
Can no longer greatly move.

4 Once the world was all our treasure:
And its toys our hearts possess'd:
Now we taste sublimer pleasure,
Since the LORD has made us blest;
We can witness,

JESUS gives his people rest.

359. Recalling to Mind the Lord's Dealings. L.M.

Thou shalt remember all the way which the LORD thy GOD led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart. DEUT. viii. 2.

my GOD hath led me on,

THUS far And made his truth and mercy known; My hopes and fears alternate rise, And comforts mingle with my sighs. 2 Through this wide wilderness I roam, Far distant from my blissful home; LORD, let thy presence be my stay, And guard me in the dangerous way. 3 Temptations every where annoy; And sins and snares my peace destroy: My earthly joys are from me torn, And oft an absent GOD I mourn.

4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd,

Sees every day new straits attend,
And wonders where the scene will end.

5 Is this O LORD, that thorny road

Which leads us to the mount of GOD?
Are these the toils thy people know,
While in the wilderness below?