You must be driven from earth to dwell
A long FOREVER there!

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;

And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.

5 He is a God of sovereign love,
Who promised heaven to me;
And taught my soul to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.

6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand;
Then come the joyful day:
Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.]

HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b*]
The Pilgrimage of the Saints.

e1 LORD, what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply;

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!

2 But pricking thorns through all the ground, And mortal poisons grow;

And all the rivers that are found,

With dangerous waters flow.

o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land:

Lord! we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.

4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through, With undiverted feet;

And faith and flaming zeal subdue

The terrors that we meet.]

e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam;

o But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.)

e 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray;

o But the bright world to which we go, Is everlasting day.

-7 By glimmering hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road;

Through dismal deeps, and dangerous snares,

We make our way to God.

e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upwards still;

o Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill.

9 [See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come;

There Jesus the Forerunner waits
To welcome travellers home.

-10 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit,-
And, with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet.

11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall fill our song,
And God rejoice to hear.

o 12 Eternal glories to the King

Who brought us safely through,
Our tongues shall never cease to sing;
And endless praise renew.]

HYMN 54. C. M. Arundel. St. Martin's. [*]
God's Presence is Light in Darkness.

'M'The life of my delights:

God, the spring of all my joys,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights :-
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun;

o He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And he my rising sun.

b 3 The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss;

While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers I am his.

o 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay,
At that transporting word;
u Run up with joy the shining way,
To embrace my dearest Lord.

o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe

The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Shall bear me conqueror through.

HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor. [b]
Frail Life and Succeeding Eternity.

e 1 HEE we adore, Eternal Name,

Tand humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.]

-3 (The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;

P

Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave.)

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal state of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.

e 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;

And yet how unconcerned we go,
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road;

And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

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HYMN 56. C. M.

Windsor. [b]

The Misery of being without God.
TO, I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,

N

Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.

2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon the earthly clod!

Well, they may search the creature through,

For they have ne'er a God

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,

And think your life your own:

But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head;
Away your spirit flies;

And no kind angel near your bed,

To bear it to the skies.

5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright they shine:
Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.]

HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*]

The Pleasures of a Good Conscience.

[LORD, how secure, and blest, are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin!

Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.
2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love:

And, soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away;

Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasures grow;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.)

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys;
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys,
That heaven prepares for their delight.

6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grovelling in the dust below:

Almighty grace, renew our souls,

And we'll aspire to glory too.]

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HYMN 58. C. M. Reading. [b]

Shortness of Life, and Goodness of God.
IME! what an empty vapour 'tis !

Tand days, how swift they are!

Swift as an Indian arrow flies,

Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;

That we can never say, they're here,
But only say, they're past.

3 [Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.]

4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favours share;
Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 "Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road,
That leads our souls above.

o 6 His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord!

His mercy never knows a bound;
And be his Name adored!

7 [Thus we begin the lasting song:
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.]

HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*]

1

Paradise on Earth.

Gand sends his blessings through;

LORY to God who walks the sky,

Who tells his saints of joys on high,
And gives a taste below.

2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne,
That dust and worms may see't;

And brings a glimpse of glory down,
Around his sacred feet.]

3 When Christ, with all his graces crowned,
Sheds his kind beams abroad;

"Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud.

o 4 A blooming paradise of joy

In this wild desert springs;

And every sense I straight employ
On sweet celestial things.