5 Nor less my perverseness forgive, t 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,
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.
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 abidel
Within those walls, and there reside
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 bome to leave,
And part with all below 20
A nobler house is ours above,
From which we never shall remove:
Our God ordains it so.
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.
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, 11: 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;
And perfect joy and love sincere
Shall bless the realms of peace.
3 The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more a
But cloth'd in spotless purity,n]
Redeeming Love adore.]
4 There on a throne, in glory bright,
The exalted SAVIOUR shines;
And beams unspeakable delight
On all the heav'nly minds.
5 There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 How will the wonders of his grace
In their full brightness shine!
His wisdom, power, and faithfulness,
All glorious, all divine!
7 But O their transports, O their songs,
What mortal thought can paint ? )
Transcendent glory awes our tongues,
And all our notes are faint!
8 LORD, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till, in thy blissful courts above, k
We join th' angelic choir!
544. Christ in Glory." 8s.
I LONG to behold him array'd
In the fulness of glory above;
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love.
I trust through his grace to be there,
Where JESUS hath fix'd his abode:
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!
2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For JESUS hath spoken the word),
The breadth of IMMANUEL's land
Survey by the light of my LORD;
And there with thy ransomed join'd,
Thy face I for ever shall see;
My fulness of bliss I shall find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
At rest in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sorrow or sighing they prove.
O JESU, REDEEMER, to me
A part in thy righteousness give;
So shalt thou, when death sets me free,
My soul to the city receive.
545. The Death of an Infant. 8-7. Let me go, for the day breaketh.-GEN. Xxxii. 26. "CEASE here longer to detain me, "Fondest mother drown'd in woe; "Now thy kind caresses pain me, "Morn advances-let me go.
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