548. The Believer encouraged by the prospect of the near approach of the, completion of his salvation. C.M.

And that knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.-ROM. xiii. 11.

AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your

eyes

And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise that sov'reign love,
That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
And each revolving year!

3 Not many years their round shall run, Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature,speed your course!
Ye mortal pow'rs, decay!
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

549. The everlasting Song. C.M.

And they fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps......and I heard the voice of many angels saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lanıb that was slain. REV. v. 8, 11, 12.

EARTH has engross'd my heart too

long!
"Tis time lift mine eyes
Upward, my Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits; The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights

On all the happy minds.

3 Seraphs with elevated strains
Circle the throne around;
Their harps thro' all the heavenly plains
Eternally resound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their praise employs;—
Jesus, the Lamb, they sing!
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.

5 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

- 6 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies!

7 There, ye that love my Saviour, sit; There I would fain have place, Among your thrones, or at your feet, So I might see his face.

550. Communion desired. L.M.

In thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.-PSALM xvi. 11.

FAR from my thoughts, vain world,

begone;

Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my soul her Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 Oh let thy presence fill the place; Come, spread the tables of thy grace; Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine. 3 Send comforts down from thy right hand,

While I pass thro' this barren land;
And let me in thy temple see
A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee!

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.

551. The Promised Land. C.M.

Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty; they shall be-
hold the land that is very far off.-Isal. xxxiii. 17.
FAR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise;
And realins of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes But half its joys explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more.

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 The King of Glory there displays
His brightest beams of grace;
While countless myriads sing his praise,
And bow before his face.

5 0 may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love;
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

552. The good Samaritan, or a spirit of compassion and sympathy for those in distress. C.M.

Go and do thou likewise.-LUKE X. 37.

FATHER of mercies! send thy grace,
All-powerful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.

2 Oh, may our sympathising breasts
That generous pleasure know
Kindly to share in others joy,
And weep for others woe!

3 When the most helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid;

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies;
And,'midst the glorious realms of light,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground;
And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for every wound.