4 The cafe is too plain,
I have my own choice,
Again and again,

I flighted his voice.
His warnings neglected,
His patience abus'd,
His gospel rejected,
His mercy refus'd.

5 And muft I then go
For ever to dwell

In mis'ry and wo

With devils in hell!
O where is the Saviour
I fcorn'd in time paft?
His word in my favour
Would fave me at laft.

6 LORD JESUS! on thee I venture to call,

O look upon me

The vileft of all:

For whom didst thou languish
And bleed on the tree?

O pity my anguish,

And fay, "twas for thee."

7 A caufe fuch as mine

Will honour thy pow'r,

All hell will repine,

All heav'n will adore.

If in condemnation
Strict juftice takes place,
It fhines in falvation,
More glorious thro' grace.

HYMN 358.

HEAVEN.

I THERE is a land of living joy,
Beyond the utmost skies,
Where fcenes of blifs without alloy,
In boundless profpects rise.

2 High-feated on a blazing throne
Th' eternal GOD appears,
Puts all his fmiling glories on,
And awes at once, and cheers.

3 The flaughter'd Lamb at his right hand Affumes his royal feat,

Adoring angels round him stand,
His minifters of ftate.

4 Each breaft with ftrong devotion glows,
Love ev'ry heart infpires,
While God's own Spirit gently blows,
And fans thefe holy fires.

5 In ftrains celeftial, ev'ry tongue
Shall God's high praife proclaim;
And all in concert join the fong
Of Mofes and the Lamb.

6 The hallelujahs once begun,
No pause or end fhall know;
But joy and harmony in one
Perpetual transport flow.

7 A conftant bloom in ev'ry face,
Shall age and death defy;

I

And fin and hell far from the place
In wild confufion fly.

HYMN

359:

A PROSPECT OF THE RESURRECTION.

Ho

ow long fhall Death the tyrant reign,
And triumph o'er the juft;

While the rich blood of martyrs flain
Lies mingled with the duft?

2 Lo, I behold the fcatter'd fhades,
The dawn of heav'n appears,
The fweet immortal morning fpreads
Its blufhes round the fpheres.

3 I fee the LORD of glory come,
And flaming guards around,
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

4

I hear the voice, "YE DEAD ARISE
And lo, the graves obey;

And waking faints with joyful eyes
Salute the expected day.

5 They leave the duft, and on the wing
Rife to the mid-way air,

In fhining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

6 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

7 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward thro' the fkies, On love's triumphant wing! • shall willow us into the i

Infpire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our fong.

2 Then to the fhining feats of bliss.
The wings of faith shall foar,,
And all the charms of paradise
Our raptur'd thoughts explore..

3 Pleasures unfully'd flourish there,
Beyond the reach of time;
Not blooming Eden fmil'd fo fair
In all her flow'ry prime.

4

Sorrow and pain, and ev'ry care
And difcord their fhall ceafe;
And perfect joy and love fincere
Adorn the realms of peace.

5 The foul, from fin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But cloth'd in fpotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

6 There fhall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal fongs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

7 LORD, tune our hearts to praise & love
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in thy blissful courts above
We join th' angelic choir.

HYMN 361.

THE HAPPINESS OF BEING WITH CHRIST.

WH

HILE on the verge of life I ftand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit ftruggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.