526 C. M. Heaven invisible and holy. WATTS. 1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear has heard, 2 But the gord Spirit of the Lord 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 4 Those holy gates forever bar None shall obtain admittance there The humble Worship of Heaven. 1 FATHER, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode; WATTS. I'd leave thy earthly courts, and flee 2 Here I behold thy distant face, But to abide in thine embrace 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen; With wonder and with love. 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, With joy they shrink to nothing there 528 L. M. WATTS. The Vanity of this World, and the Hope of a better. Ps. 17. 1 WHAT sinners value I resign; 2 This life's a dream, an empty show; 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 529 C. M. Felicity above. WATTS. 1 THERE'S nothing round these painted skies, Or round this dusty clod, Nothing, my soul, that's worth thy joys, Or lovely as thy God. 2 'Tis heaven on earth to taste his love, And all the heaven I hope above 3 Why move my years in slow delay? Let the spheres cleave, and mark my way 530 C. M. Imperishable Riches. DODDRIDGE. 1 THESE mortal joys, how soon they fade! How swift they pass away! The dying flower reclines its head, 2 But there are joys that cannot die, 3 To that my rising heart aspires, And glories in such wide desires 4 The seeds which piety and love 531 C. M. DODDRIDGE. The near Approach of Salvation. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, Awake, and praise that sovereign love, 2 On all the wings of time it flies; 3 Not many years their round shall run, 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Fast as ye bring the night of death, The Hope of Heaven a Support under Trials. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear WATTS. 2 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll 533 C. M. WATTS. The Martyrs glorified. 1 "THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array ? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day? 2 From torturing pains to endless joys And strangely washed their raiment white 3 Now they approach a spotless God, Their warbling harps and sacred songs 4 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 5 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock And love divine shall wipe away |