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700. The King of Saints. [Hy, 176./ 4. No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore; 1. COME, ye that love the Saviour's name,
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
16. When shall I reach that happy place,
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?
6. Filled with delight, my raptured soul 8. When in his earthly courts we view
Can bere no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, We long to love as angels do,
Fearless I'd launch away. And with their voice to sing. 4. O for the day-the glorious day!
703. The everlasting Song. (Hy. 317. When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers the raptured lay, 1. Earth has engrossed my love too long 1 To celebrate thy praise.
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 701. Happiness in God. Hy. 289. And to my native skies. 1. In vain I search creation o'er,
2. There the blessed man, my Saviour sits: My spirit finds no rest;
The God! how bright he shines !
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
3. Seraphs, with elevated strains, In God alone this restless heart
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains,
With an immortal sound. 3. Thy favor, Lord, is all I want; Here would my spirit rest;
4. Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; O seal the rich, the boundless grant,
Jesus, thy love they sing!
Jesus, the life of all our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string. 702. The promised Land. Hy. 511.
5. Now let me mount and join their song, 1. On Jordan's rugged banks I stand,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you. Where my possessions lie. 2. Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene,
| 6. I would begin the music here, That rises to my sight!
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies !
There I would fain bave place, There God, the sun, forever reigns,
Among your thrones, or at your feet, And scatters night away.
So I might see his face.
Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to
love the Lord.
704. The aged Christian's Experience. [Ps. 71. iii. 1. Tuy righteousness, O God, is high,
Unsearchable thy deeds;
And all my praise exceeds. 2. Oft bave I heard thy threatenings roar,
And oft endured the grief;
Thy grace was my relief.
Thy sovereign power to save;
Securely to the grave.
My flesh shall be thy care;
Longing for Peace. (Ps. 120. 1. Thou God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my suffering state ;
From lips that love deceit?
Among the sons of strife,
My golden hours of life.
3. Oh, might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
And leave these gates of hell !
How lovely are its charms !
They all declare for arms.
And keep their malice strong;
O thou devouring tongue! 6. Should burning arrows smite thee through
Strict justice would approve;
And melt his heart with love.
706. Pilgrimage to Heaven (Hy, 365. 1. LORD, what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply,
Nor streams of living joy!
Lies through this weary land;
And run at thy command.
3. Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still; Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.
Inviting us to come!
To welcome travelers home! 6. There, on the hills of life and peace,
2. Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;
Its peril every hour!
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
On manhood's middle day.
Halt feebly to the tomb;
And dreams of days to come! 5. Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead!
6. Turn, mortal, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given: The dead who underneath thee lie, • Shall live for hell or heaven!
Our toils recount, our Saviour bless,
And all his triumphs tell. 6. Eternal glory to the King,
That brought us safely through; Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.
Has wandered from the Lord;
Forgetful of his word ! 2. Yet sovereign mercy calls,—Return:
Dear Lord, and may I come?
O take the wanderer home. 3. And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove ?
To speak thy wondrous love?
How glorious, how divine!
So vile a heart as mine. 6. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
And let me rove no more.
709. The Dead who die in the Lord. [Hy. 478. 1. In vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
When he resigns his breath.
One effort-and he's gone!
Its mansion near the throne.
To trace that upward flight;
Which hides the world of light.
4. Yet though we see them not-we know
Saints are supremely blest;
And with their Saviour rest.
708. Warnings from the Dead. Hy, 466. 1. Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given:
Above us is the heaven!
6. On harps of gold his name they praise,
His face they always view;
There we shall praise him too.
Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the
710. Sick-bed Devotion. [Ps. 39. vi. 711. The aged Christian's Hope. [Ps. 71. i. 1. God of my life, look gently down, Bebold the pains I feel;
1. My God, my everlasting hope, But I am dumb before thy throne,
I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up, Nor dare dispute thy will.
And strengthened all my youth. 2. Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
2. [My flesh was fashioned by thy power,
With all these limbs of mine;
And from my mother's painful hour 3. Yet I may plead with humble cries,
I've been entirely thine.]
3. Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
I trust them to thy care.
4. Cast me not off when strength declines, 6. I'm but a stranger here below,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies. When I the summons hear. 6. But if my life be spared awhile,
5. Then in the history of my age, Before my last remove,
When men review my days, Thy praise shall be my business still,
They'll read thy love in every page, And I'll declare thy love.
In every line thy praise.
712. Breathing after Comfort. [Ps. 119. xiii. 714. Blessedness of Benevolence. [ly. 305. 1. My God, consider my distress,
1. Blest is the man whose softening heart Let mercy plead my cause;
Feels all another's pain; Though I have sinned against thy grace, To whom the supplicating eye I can't forget thy laws.
Was never raised in vain : 2. Forbid, forbid, the sharp reproach, 2. Whose breast expands with generous Which I so justly fear;
warmth, Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 3. Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,
He wants the power to heal.
3. He spreads his kind, supporting arms, But make thy waiting servant see
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows, 4. Mine eyes with expectation fail;
And brings unasked relief. My heart within me cries,“When will the Lord his truth fulfill,
4. To gentle offices of love And make my comforts rise ?"
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye, 6. Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,
A brother in a foe.
6. Peace from the bosom of his God,
The Saviour's grace shall give;
His trembling soul shall live.
In agony and blood,
A guilty rebel lies; 2. Sure, never to my latest breath
And upwards to the mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.
2. If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe, 3. Alas, I knew not what I did,
Tears should from both my weeping But all my tears were vain;
eyes Where could my trembling soul be hid,
In ceaseless torrents flow.
3. But no such sacrifice I plead 4. A second look he gave, which said,
To expiate my guilt; "I freely all forgive; •
No tears, but those which thou hast This blood is for thy ransom paid;
shedI die, that thou may'st live.
No blood, but thou hast spilt. 6. Thus while his death my sin displays | 4. Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord ! In all its blackest hue,
And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.