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; 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; A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee! 4 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine! 551. The Promised Land. C.M. Thine eyes shall see the King in his beauty; they shall be- And realms of infinite delight, 2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes 3 No cloud those blissful regions know, 4 The King of Glory there displays 5 0 may the heavenly prospect fire 6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine 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, To form, in our obedient souls, 2 Oh, may our sympathising breasts 3 When the most helpless sons of grief In low distress are laid; Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 So Jesus look'd on dying man, 5 On wings of love the Saviour flew 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 The saints above, how great their joys, 2 Once they were mourning here below, 3 I ask them whence their vict❜ry came; 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses 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, I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 3 The mighty Conq'ror shall appear And death, the last of all his foes, 4 Though greedy worins devour my skin, 5 Then shall I see him face to face Shall prove the fulness of his grace, |