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


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


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


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!

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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,
compass you heavenly throne.


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,


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

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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.


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.


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,
And part with all below 24
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.'

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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.

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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.

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