And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heav'nly pages be My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light!
6 Divine instructer, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there.
Berstead.] HYMN 536. 6 lines 8's.
PIRIT of Truth, essential God,
Who didst thy ancient saints inspire, Shed in their hearts thy love abroad, And touch their hallow'd lips with fire; Our God from all eternity,
World without end we worship thee.
2 Still we believe, Almighty Lord,
Whose presence fills both earth and heav'n, The meaning of the written word Is by thy inspiration given;
Thou only dost thyself explain The secret mind of God to man.
3 Come then, divine Interpreter,
The Scriptures to our hearts apply; And, taught by thee, we God revere, Him in Three Persons magnify: And still the Triune God adore, Who was, and is, for evermore,
Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 537. 6 lines 8's.
EADER of faithful souls, and guide Of all that travel to the sky, Come, and with us, e'en us abide, Who would on thee alone rely; On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below, This earth, we know, is not our place; But hasten through the vale of wo, And restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above.
3 We've no abiding city here,
But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God.
4 Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on, The new Jerusalem to find;
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the new Jerusalem.
5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King; We find it nearer while we sing.
6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renew'd, The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God, With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Saviour in the skies.
Sion.] HYMN 538. 8 lines 8's.
LONG to behold him array'd With glory and light from above; The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh 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 Sion shall stand,
For Jesus hath spoken the word, The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord: But when on thy bosom reclin'd, Thy face I am strengthen'd to see, My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens in thee. 3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above! No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove : Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive.
Arlington.] HYMN 539. C. M.
THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand drest in living green; ·
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between.
4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er;
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood. Should fright us from the shore.
Wexford.] HYMN 540. 6 lines 8's.
HOU, Lord, on whom I still depend, Shalt keep me faithful to the end; I trust thy truth, and love, and power, Shall save me till my latest hour; And when I lay this body down, Reward with an immortal crown.
2 Jesus, in thy great name I go, To conquer death, my final foe; And when I quit this cumb'rous clay, And soar on angels' wings away, My soul the second death defies, And reigns eternal in the skies.
3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What Christ hath for his saints prepar❜d: Who conquer thro' their Saviour's might; Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet.
4 Dost thou desire to know or see, What thy mysterious name shall be? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome; Till then thou searchest out in vain, What only conquest can explain.
Sion.] HYMN 541. 8 lines 8's.
WAY with our sorrow and fear, We soon shall recover our home; The city of saints shall appear; The day of eternity come. From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode ; The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.
2 Our mourning is all at an end,
When, rais'd by the life-giving Word. We see the new city descend,
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord: The city so holy and clean,
No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin;
No shadow of evil is there!
3 By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear: Immoveably founded in grace,
She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God, 4 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night, Where Jesus's beauties display, A pure and a permanent light:
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