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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.
That once rude iron tore,
And all the saints adore.
That cruel thorns did wound,
And circle it around !
Whom we, unseen, adore ;
Our hearts shall love him more.
539. The Believer desiring to be in
I'd make my escape and begone :
mix with the spirits above, Who compass yon heavenly throne.
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-
His people are singing his praise.
No tongue can express their delight:
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
5 Nor less my perversèness forgive, i
That when ease and prosperity come,
And his exile prefers to his home,
Sure nothing can heighten my guilt;
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;
1 For God himself is there.
For ever with their King!
The Saviour's praise to sing!
4 With such a prospect should we grieve When call'd our eartbly bome to leave,
And part with all below! 1. 10
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
And dry my weeping eyes.
And fi'ry darts be hurl'd;
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heav'n, my all.
Shall find eternal rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
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;
No more approach the blest.
With Satan now are join'd;
In harassing my mind. 4 But fighting in my Saviour's strength,
Though mighty are my foes,
O'er all that can oppose. 5 Then why, my soul, complain or fear?
The crown of glory see!
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.