2 [Sweet majesty, and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.]

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3 Archangels sound his lofty praise While round his throne they meet; And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet.

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40 glorious sight! those blessed feet, That once rude iron tore,

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High on a throne of light they stand
And all the saints adore.

5 That sacred, that majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See, what immortal glories shine,>
And circle it around!

6 This is "the Man of Sorrows" once,
Whom we, unseen, adore;

But, when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

539. The Believer desiring to be in Glory. 8s.

And I said, O that I had wings like a dove, &c.-PSL.. lv. 6.

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O HAD I the wings of a dove,
I'd make my escape and begone:
I'd mix with the spirits above,
Who
compass you heavenly throne.

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I'd fly from all labour and toil, To To the place where the weary have rest; ihaz tacy VIT I'd haste from contention and broil, To the peaceful abode of the blest. 2 [How happy are they who no more, Have to fear the assaults of the foe! Arriv'd on the heavenly shore,

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They have left all their conflicts below, They are far from all dangers and fear, While remembrance increases their

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joys,

As the storm when escap'd will endear The retreat that the haven supplies.] 3 Around that magnificent throne,

Where the Lamb all his glory disUnited for ever in one, [plays, His people are singing his praise. How holy, how happy are they!

No tongue can express their delight: My soul, now unwilling to stay,

Prepares for her heavenly flight. 4 But why do I wish to be gone?) Do I want from the danger to flee? And shall I do nothing for one, &

Who was once such a suff'rer for me? Ah LORD! let me think of the day,

When thou wast" rejected of men;" And put the base wish far away, AT And never be fearful again, IT

5 Nor less my perverseness forgive, [... ..That when ease and prosperity come, Thy servant is willing to live;

And his exile prefers to his home,
Ah LORD, what a creature am I, '7
Sure nothing can heighten my guilt;
Forgive me, forgive me, I cry,

And make me whatever thou wilt.

540. The Believer Supported by the Prospect of the Glory of Heaven. 8-8-6.

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For they looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is GOD.-HEB. xi. 10.

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BEYOND the world a city stands,
A city this not made with hands,
Where God the SAVIOUR reigns ;
'Tis built for sinners bought with blood,
Redeem'd and sanctified to GOD,

And cleans'd from all their stains.

2 The cities of the world must fall, However solid, they must all The common ruin share;

But yonder city still appears,

Unchangeable through endless years,

For God himself is there.

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3 Happy the people who abide by A
Within those walls, and there reside
For ever with their King A
Our lot we hope will be to share
Their joys,and join the thousands there,
The SAVIOUR's praise to sing

4 With such a prospect should we grieve
When call'd our earthly home to leave,
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A nobler house is ours above,
From which we never shall remove:
Our God ordains it so.

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541. The Hope of Heaven the Support of the Believer under Trials on Earth.C.M.

WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And dry my weeping eyes.
-2 Tho' earth against my soul engage,
And fi'ry darts be hurl'd;
Yet I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My GOD, my heav'n, my all.

4 With JESUS there my weary soul
Shall find eternal rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast. 1

542. The Prospect of Heaven the Support of the Believer in Conflict. C.M.

There the wicked cease from troubling and there the weary be at rest.-JOB iii. 17.

COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize
Thy SAVIOUR'S love provides;

Eternal life beyond the skies
For all whom here he guides.'

2 The wicked cease from troubling there, The weary are at rest;

Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care,
No more approach the blest.

3 A wicked world, and wicked heart,
With Satan now are join'd;
Each acts a too successful part
In harassing my mind.

4 But fighting in my SAVIOUR's strength, Though mighty are my foes,

I shall a conq'ror be at length
O'er all that can oppose.

5 Then why, my soul, complain or fear?
The crown of glory see!
The more I toil and suffer here,
The sweeter rest will be.

543. The Joys of Heaven. C.M. COME, LORD, and warm each languid

Inspire each lifeless tongue; [heart, And let the joys of heav'n impart Their influence to our song!

2 [Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, And discord there shall cease; 95And perfect joy and love sincere Shall bless the realms of peace.