With rapture fhall I then furvey
Thy providence and grace,
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.

225.

L. M.

TOPLADY'S COL.

True Wisdom.

HAPPY the man, who finds the grace,

The bleffing of God's chofen race;

The wifdom coming from above,
And faith that sweetly works by love.

Happy beyond description, he,
To fay,
"The Savior dy'd for me,
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heav'nly understanding gains.

Her ways are ways of pleafantnefs,
And all her flow'ry paths are peace;
Wisdom to filver we prefer,

And gold is drofs compar'd with her.

He finds, who wisdom apprehends,
A life begun that never ends;
The tree of life divine the is,
Set in the midft of paradise.

Happy the man who wisdom gains,
In whofe obedient heart she reigns;
He owns, and will for ever own,
Wisdom, and Chrift, and Heav'n are one.

Jor

is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren foil;

All we can boast 'till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil.

But where the Lord reveals his grace,
And makes his glories known;
There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.

A bleeding Savior seen by faith,
A fenfe of pard'ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.
To take a glimpse within the vail,
To know that God is mine,
Are fprings of joy that never fail,
Unfpeakable! divine!

These are the joys which fatisfy,
And fanctify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

COME

Call to be joyful.

HOME ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a fong with fweet accord, And thus furround the throne.

1

The forrows of the mind
Be banish'd from this place;
Religion never was defign'd
To make our pleasures lefs.
Let those refuse to fing
Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heav'nly King
Should speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope must grow.
The hill of Zion yields

A thousand facred fweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden ftreets.

Then let our fongs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

228. C. M.

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WATTS'S H.

Spiritual Joy reftored.

ENCE from my foul, fad thoughts be gone,

HE

And leave me to my joys;

My tongue fhall triumph in my God,

And make a joyful noife.

Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,

And drown'd my head in tears,

'Till fov'reign grace with fhining rays Difpell'd my gloomy fears.

O, what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures all divine,
When Jefus told me, I was his,
And my Beloved, mine!

In vain the tempter frights my foul,
And breaks my peace in vain;
One glimpse, dear Savior, of thy face
Revives my joys again.

229. L. M.

Peace.

SWAIN.

INNER, away from Sinai fly! To Calv'ry's bloody fcene repair; Behold the Prince of Glory die,

And read your peace and pardon there! Search into ev'ry open wound;

Trace the fharp fcourge, the nails, the spear; And full falvation will be found

In crimson letters written there.

No works of man, to raise the fum

Or pay the ransom must be brought; Helpless and poor to Jefus come,

Nor ftrive to bring a perfect thought.
Your faith, your hope, and righteousness,
Are treafur'd up in him alone;
Your rich fupplies of grace and peace
Spring from the works your Lord has done.

Hell opens her ten thousand graves
To swallow those that die in fin;
But all the great Immanuel faves
Heav'n's open gates fhall welcome in.

There fhall the blood-wath'd armies gó, That truft the great Redeemer here; The plant that buds with grace below Shall ripen into glory there.

230. C. M.

WH

Confolation.

HOSKINS.

HAT a fair country lies above
This wilderness of woe!

A land of life, and light, and love,
Where fruits immortal grow.

There reigns the Great Incarnate God;
In majefty and grace;

There all the armies bought with blood
Behold him face to face!

There faints departed ever dwell

To worship and adore;

With rapt'rous joy they fit and tell
What myft'ries they explore.

O how they fhout eternal praise
To God and to the Lamb!

To what transported heights they raise
Their mufic to his name.

Free'd now from fin, and death, and tears,
They are completely bleft:

They, fafe from all their foes and fears, Enjoy eternal reft.

Lord, when fhall we thefe bleffings fhare,
And meet our friends on high;

O may thy grace our fouls prepare,
And take us to the sky.