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

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 realms 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.

553. Saints in glory. C.M.

I beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindred, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands; and cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.-Rev. vii. 9, 10.

GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their vict❜ry came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquests to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
(His zeal inspired their breast.)
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given;

While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

554. The Believer's triumph over Death.

C.M.

I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth and though after my skin, worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.-JOB Xix. 25, 26.

GREAT God, I own thy sentence just,
And nature must decay:

I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs ;
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty Conq'ror shall appear
High on a royal seat;

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Though greedy worins devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
Yet God will build my bones again,
And clothe them all afresh.

5 Then shall I see him face to face
Exalted on his throne;

Shall prove the fulness of his grace,
And know, as I am known.