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On him the spirit, largely poured, The opening heavens around me shine Exerts its sacred fire;
With beams of sacred bliss, Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, His holy breast inspire.
And whispers, I am his. He comes from thickest films of vice My soul would leave this heavy clay To clear the mental ray,
At that transporting word, And on the eye, oppressed with night, Run up with joy the shining way, To pour celestial day.
To meet my dearest Lord. He comes the broken heart to bind, Nor fearing pains nor ghastly death, The bleeding soul to cure,
I'd break through every foe; And, with the treasures of his grace, The wings of love and arms of faith To bless the humble poor.
Should bear me conqueror through. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim,
HYMN 234. And earth's remotest regions sound
In duties and in conflicts too, Thine all-sufficient name.
Thy path, O Lord, I trace;
As thou hast done, so would I do,
Depending on thy grace.
Inspired with love, 'twas thy delight The Life of my delights,
To do thy Father's will; The Glory of my brightest days,
O may thy love my soul excite And Comfort of my nights!
Thy precepts to fulfil. In darkest shades if he appear,
Devotion, meekness, zeal and love, My dawning is begun;
Through all thy conduct shine; He is my soul's sweet Morning-Star, -0 may my whole deportment prove, And he my rising Sun.
An image, Lord, of thine.
MOUNT PLEASANT. RINDGE.
Father of all, whose cares extend And every heart rejoice;
To earth's remotest shore, The trumpet of the gospel sounds Through every age let praise ascend, With an inviting voice.
And every clime adore. Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls,
Let not this weak, unknowing hand, That feed upon the wind,
Presume thy bolts to throw, And vainly strive with earthly toys
And deal destruction round the land, To fill an empty mind,
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay; The rich provision taste.
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Lord, lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
This day be bread and peace my Jot:
Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; Thy joys are so divinely sweet,
And let thy will be done. We're loth to leave the place.
To thee, whose temple is all space, But, Father, since it is thy will
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies, That we must part again,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
And never withering flowers; And made the sea its bed:
The dark, deep sea of death, divides Who set the raging waves their bound, That heavenly land from ours. And all their caverns hid;
Sweet fields beyond the darkling gloom,
And light and life and glory, bloom
The land from Pisgah's top beheld.
Has long been waste and drear,
And Israel's sons are thence exiled, Their lofty summits bend,
In trembling and in fear, And over sin's wild raging sea,
But in the heavenly land sublime, May thy pure spirit move:
By sin nor woe defiled, And cleansed may every feeling be
There cometh not the blight of time, By thy redeeming love.
And none are thence exiled. In darkest caverns of the heart
O there the stream of blessing flows Wilt thou thy light display,
From love's eternal fount, And to the mental eye impart
Which bursts where light forever glows, Thy own eternal day.
Around the holy mount,
Let earth receive her King ;
And heaven and nature sing.
Let men their songs employ; Sweet fields, arrayed in living green, While fields,& floods,rocks, hills,& plains, And rivers of delight!
Repeat the sounding joy. There generous fruits, that never fail, No more let sins and sorrows grow, On trees immortal grow;
Nor thorns infest the ground; There rocks, and hills, & brooks, & vales, He comes to make his blessings flow With milk and honey flow.
Far as the curse is found. All o'er those wide-extended plains He rules the world with truth and grace, Shines one eternal day;
And makes the nations prove There God, the sun, forever reigns, The glories of his righteousness, And scatters night away.
* And wonders of his love.
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight, And be forever blest?
Unseen by mortal eyes. When shall I see my Father's face,
Fair spirit-land!-could mortal eyes And in his bosom rest?
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise, HYMN 243.
And dwell on earth no more ! O all ve lands, in God rejoice,
No cloud those blissful regions knowTo him your thanks belong;
Realms ever bright and fair ! In strains of rapture, let each voice
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
Our hearts with ardent love !
Bear every thought above.
For thy bright courts on high ;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join And ever shall endure.
The chorus of the sky.
Your great Redeemer sing!
Be joyful in your King.
Through all the blissful road,
We rest in his abode.
Before that throne we bow,
Shall bloom on every brow.
Thy spirit now display ;
O give us hearts to pray!
Do thou in grace remove;
The glory of thy love.
Thy love is o'er our race;
Be children of thy grace.