4 There's an inheritance divine, Reserv'd against that day; "Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept
Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

12. The Business and Blessedness of the glorified

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Saints. Rev. vii. 13, &c. (L. M.)

WHAT happy men or angels these,

"That all their robes are spotless white?
Whence did this glorious troop arrive,
At the pure realms of heavenly light?"
From tort'ring racks, and burning fires,
And seas of their own blood, they came:
But nobler blood has wash'd their robes,
Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.

Now they approach th' almighty throne,
With loud hosannas, night and day;
Sweet anthems to the great Three One,
Measure their blest eternity.

No more shall hunger pain their souls;
He bids their parching thirst be gone;
And spreads the shadow of his wings,
lo screen them from the scorching sun.

The Lamb, that fills the middle throne,
Shall shed around his milder beams;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.

6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Thro' the vast round of endless years, And the soft hand of sov'reign grace, Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears. 543. Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10. (C. M.)

1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear has heard,

Nor sense, nor reason known,

What joys the Father has prepar'd,
For those that love the Son.

2 But the good Spirit of the Lord,
Reveals a heav'n to come;
The beams of glory in his word,
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates for ever bar,
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.

5 He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive,
To tread the heav'nly ground.

544. Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v. 1.

1

TH

(C. M.)

THERE is an house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high,

And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay,
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heav'n;
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv❜n.

We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

5. The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven. (C. M.)

ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings, nd mount, and bear us far above the reach of these inferior things:

eyond, beyond this lower sky, e where eternal ages roll,

P

here solid pleasures never die, end fruits immortal feast the soul.

for a sight, a pleasing sight, our Almighty Father's throne!

here sits our Saviour crown'd with light, oth'd in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
The God shines gracious thro' the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all!
50 what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above,

And stand and bow among them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love?

546. A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.

1 THE

(C. M.)

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green :

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes !

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

547. The humble Worship of Heaven. (C. M.)

ATHER, I long, I faint to see

1 FAT

The place of thine abode;

I'd leave thy earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace,
Is infinite delight.

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense,
To gaze upon thy throne;

Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 There all the heav'nly hosts are seen,
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.

5 When at thy feet, with awful fear,
Th' adoring armies fall;

With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal All,