3. Oh, what songs of praises To Jesus bring. 3. Jesus yieldeth up his spirit, Now is hallow'd; :: 4. Lamb once slain for sinners, (guest, 5. Now let all say, Amen, We lie down in hope most blest. Ever be by us ador'd. WHAT shall I feel, when I 6. Conquering Lord, to heaven as- Already in my heart cended To prepare for us a place, (merit;| Gregor. T. 71. Rays from bright Salem dart, Pleading thine own blood and 2. I hear the enraptur'd song Here our faith rests on thy grace, There in glory :||: We shall see thee face to face. WHAT ecstatic pleasure 2. On what joys celestial Rais'd by the blessed throng Of the redeemed: 3. Rejoice, my soul, thou soon, Shalt have the favour With Christ thy Saviour. In joys unbounded; For ever sounded. When, in thy presence from all la- 5. How blest when we can say, I sabbath keep. All else is fled away, And love prevaileth : No longer faith and hope We need to bear us up, Love never faileth. 6. See, how the victors go In raiment white as snow, With glory crowned: He grants to them thro' grace On whom death frowned. 7. The Bridegroom now appears, In perfect gladness. 8. O Lord, grant my request, I ne'er shall parted be From thee, my treasure. 9. At thy thro'-pierced feet I'll humbly take my seat, There's heaven's enjoyment: To give thee thanks and praise, For all thy love and grace, Be my employment. 10. While here, I live by faith, For thou 'rt my Saviour; MY Lord and God, Who hast for me atoned, Gregor & Z. Proves unto me a sweet and 2. The time will come, "I am redeem'd," Saith a believing heart; "Ev'n here the Lord, whose mercy never endeth, Wipes oft my tears away, and all 3. Come soon, O come, Ye hours, wherein for ever With hosts of saints I too shall have Prompted by love and need; 5. O happy lot, And in death's agony for me hast To dwell with Christ our Saviour, I weep for joy, (groaned; There to behold his countenance And raise my feeble song; (tation In songs of joy (for ever; For both in life and death this medi- His holy name to praise; To thank him for our blessed con- May I unmoved summation, Lean upon the arm of my Beloved. And view his wounds, those pledges 8. May the tears and sweat of of complete salvation, All pain and sorrow then forget; O happy lot. C. J. La Trobe. (1179.) 978. Olivet's mountain, fountain, The dying Saviour, (ever. T. 30. Hover 'fore my eyes of faith for OYE heavenly souls, full joys 9. May this deaden nature's incli(blessing, nation, possessing, (temptation, At the fountain-head of every Awe me from the world and sin's From your bright legions (regions. And sanctify me, (thee. Waft your praises to these lowly Till each word and deed may glorify 2. Songs of victory to the Lamb 10. May I grow in spirit daily once wounded, (rounded, poorer, With immortal glory now sur-Make my calling and election surer; O'erwhelm my senses, (mences. Thy word instruct me, (duct me. And my heaven already here com- And thy guardian Spirit still con3. Hear I not the golden harps re sounding? (rounding? (1180.) 979.* T. 83. See I not the crowds the throne sur- JESUS' sufferings were for me, Adore, adore him! (before him. That my hence departing spirit They exclaim, and prostrate fall Full of joy and peace might be, 4. O that I could join their ado- And eternal life inherit; I'm from judgment freed, by faith In his meritorious death. (tration, ration, Lie with them in awful, deep pros His feet embracing, (ness raising. 2. When I leave this world in Bath'd in tears, yet hymns of glad peace, 5. O Jerusalem, from God descend- I shall have the grace and favour ing, (bending: To thy pinnacles my flight I'm Begone for ever, (my Saviour. World and sin; and welcome Christ 6. But what gentle voice my flight prevented? (tented, Whispering to my spirit, Rest conThy days are number'd, And thy sighs and prayers 'fore God remember'd. Him in endless joy adore. 7. Am I longer here, 'midst tribu-(1181.) lation, (tion, O WHAT joy, :||: As a pilgrim to maintain my sta-O what joy awaiteth me! Molther. T. 119. (1185.) Louisa v. Hayn. 982.* T. 205. 13. They, with patience having run Their appointed race, in hope, 4. In fine, spotless linen dress'd, 5. Since we likewise may attain 6. May we always have in view Bohemian Brethren. 983. T. 205. And serve the God they love, amidst WHAT are these in bright array, More than conquerors they stand. Whence all their white array? 2. Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have) wash'd Those robes which shine so Diffuse eternal day. 6. The Lamb who dwells amidst the throne Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 7. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock, Where living streams appear; (1186.) 985.* T. 166. They are for ever with the Lord; Till he to us the grace accord, (1187.) Z. T. 149. O HOW excellent and fair, 3. Now with triumphal palins they stand Before the throne on high, |