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There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise ..
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to
greet : While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the
HYMN 106. C. M.
Passage through Life.
In everlasting day;
But Jesus guards the way..
Hear, and obey his word ;
HYMN 107. P. M. 11.
The Pilgrim of Zion. 1 AD pilgrim of Zion, tho'chasten'd awhile,
Thro this dark vale of tears, hope bids
thee to smile; Far spent is the night ;- see approaching the day
That calls thee from sorrow, and sighing away. 2 No tear of repentance, nor wave of the storm, Not a cloud shall e'er darken the light of that
morn, Where thy sun sets no more, but forever shall
shine, Unsullied in beauty, in glory divine. 3 White thy robe, wash'd in blood, the price that
was giving To redeem thee from earth, and raise thee to
heav'n ; Where love blooms in peace, and blest joys
feast thy sight, Where God is thy Glory, the Lord thy delight. 4 O pilgrim, till then be thou instant in pray'r, Life's sorrows, and pains thy Redeemer will
Reposing in death, still the love that ne'er dies, Sheds light to conduct thee in peace to the skies.
HYMN 108. P. M. 7, 6.
Breathing after Heaven.
Thy better portion trace;
Tow'rd heav'n, thy native place.
Time shall soon this earth remove;
To seats prepar'd above.
Nor stay in all their course :
Both speed them to their source;
Pants to view his glorious face;
To rest in his embrace.
While I that coast explore ;
Solicit me no more.
Strangers tarry but a night;
They'll rise to joyful light. -
Press onward to the prize ;
Triumphant in the skies:
Welcome to partake the bliss ;
HYMN 109. C. M.
The hope of Heaven supporting.
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fait ;
'R , top,
4 There shall I bathe my weary
HYMN 110. C. P. M.
The heavenly prospect. 1
EJOICING now in glorious hope,
In endless plenty grow.
With ev'ry blessing crown'd;
And all his praise resound.
No longer we shall rove,--.
The Mercy Seat.
From ev'ry swelling tide of woes,
'Tis found beneath the mercy seat. : 2 There is a place, where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
It is the blood-bought mercy seat.
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Around une common mercy seat.
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd?
Had sufføring saints no mercy seat ?
And sin, and sense seem all no more ;
6 0, let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
HYMN 112. C. M.
for Prayer. 1
ORD, teach us how to pray arignt, Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near.
With broken, contrite hearts ;
Truth in the inward parts.
Of godly sorrow give;
To hear thy voice, and live :4 Faith in the only sacrifice
That can for sin atone;
On Christ, on Christ alone;
Though mercy long delay; Courage our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee though thou slay. 6 Give these, and then thy will be done,
Thus strengthen’d with all might, We by thy Spirit, and thy Son, Shall pray, and pray aright.
HYMN 113. C. M.
The nature of prayer.
Utter'd or unexpress'd;
That trembles in the breast. 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear; ·
but God is near.
That infant lips can try;
The majesty on high.
The Christian's native air,
He enters heav'n with pray'r. '
5 Pray'r is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;
“Behold, he prays !"
They're one in word and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The life, the truth, the way,
HYMN 114. L. M.
That sing the Saviour's dying love ;
Soft as the tuneful lyres above.
While the sweet lark exulting soars;
Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours. 3 Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad;
That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 4 True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be-
HYMN 115. C. M.
Be my vain wishes still’d;
With better hopes be fill’d.
To thee my thoughts would soar:
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand Í see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
Or seek relief in pray’r.