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 We walk by faith, as strangers here, 12. The Business and Blessedness of the glorified 16 Saints. Rev. vii. 13, &c. (L. M.) WHAT happy men or angels these, "That all their robes are spotless white? Now they approach th' almighty throne, No more shall hunger pain their souls; The Lamb, that fills the middle throne, 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, 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord, 4 Those holy gates for ever bar, 5 He keeps the Father's book of life, 544. Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v. 1. 1 TH (C. M.) THERE is an house not made with hands, And here my spirit waiting stands, 2 Shortly this prison of my clay, 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms thee fit for heav'n; We walk by faith of joys to come; 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, We would be absent from the flesh, 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 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, 546. A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy. 1 THE (C. M.) HERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink 5 O! could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 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 2 Here I behold thy distant face, 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense, Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, 4 There all the heav'nly hosts are seen, 5 When at thy feet, with awful fear, With joy they shrink to nothing there, |