Rejoicing in Hope. 96. O THE HIDDEN LIFE. HAPPY soul that lives on high, His conscience knows no secret stings, He waits in secret on his God, His pleasures rise from things unseen, Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb. C. M. ISAAC WATTS. 97. JOY IN THE LORD. COME, Yet our OME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; The God that rules on high, This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He shall send down his heavenly powers To carry us above. There shall we see his face, And never, never sin ; There, from the rivers of his grace, Yea, and before we rise The thoughts of such amazing bliss The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. S. M. 98. Then, let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. LORD, how secure and blest are they Who feel the joys of pardoned sin ! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, And soft and silent as the shades Their nightly minutes gently move. Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so swift away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, How oft they look to the heavenly hills, ISAAC WATts. 99. THE LORD IS MY PORTION. C. M. ΜΥ heart is resting, O my God,— I will give thanks and sing; Of every precious thing. Now the frail vessel thou hast made For the waters of the earth have failed, I thirst for springs of heavenly life, Glory to thee for strength withheld, And the fear that sends me to thy breast There is a certainty of love That sets my heart at rest, |