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2 [Sweet majesty, and awful love

Sit smiling on his brow; T. s! 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 bighest honours down

Submissive at his feet.
+7-4 O 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 !
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. Ss.
And I said, O that I had wings like a dove, &C.PsL..

lv. 6.
OHAD I the wings of a dove,

I'd make my escape and begone :

mix with the spirits above, Who compass yon heavenly throne.

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I'd fly from all labour and toil, Tin To the place where the weary have rest;

Tv IT 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

joys, As the storm when escap'd will endear

The retreat that the haven supplies.] 3 Around that magnificent throne,

Where the Lamb. all bis glory dis-
United for ever in one, [plays,

His people are singing his praise.
Hów holy, how bappy 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? Ab LORD! let me think of the day,

When thou wast“ rejected of men;". And put the base wish far away, IT

And never be fearful again, 1/T

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5 Nor less my perversèness forgive, i

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 1,,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.

8-86. For they looked for a-city which hath foundations, whose

builder and maker is God.-HEB. xi. 10. BEYOND the world a city stands, 1 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 sbare;
But yonder city still appears,
Unchangeable through endless years,

1 For God himself is there.
3 Happy the people who abide - A
Within those walls, and there reside

For ever with their King!
Our lot we hope will be to share
Their joys,and join the thousands there,

The Saviour's praise to sing!

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4 With such a prospect should we grieve When call'd our eartbly bome to leave,

And part with all below! 1. 10
A nobler house is ours above,
From wbich 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
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

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 Sup-

port 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 be 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.


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

Inspire each liseless 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; 981 And perfect joy and love sincere

Shall bless the realms of peace.

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