4 And whilst upon my restless bed, 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends, 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, 7 Were I possessor of the earth, 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas, M God all, and in all. Psalm lxxii. 25 Y God, my life, my love, I cannot live if thou remove, 2 The smilings of thy face, "Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there. 3 Not all the harps above Can make a heavenly place 4 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 5 Thou art the sea of love, The circle where my passions move, 6 To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire, And yet how far from thee I lie! 130. C. M. Steele. The Christian's prospect. HAPPY the soul whose wishes climb To mansions in the skies! He looks on all the joys of time, 2 In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms, 3 To things unseen by mortal eyes, Directs his view, his prospects rise 4 His hopes are fixt on joys to come; 50 were those heavenly prospects mine, 131. L. M. Steele. The worship of Heaven. John xvii. FOR a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns! 2 There, low, before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And, with delightful worship, own His smile their bliss, their heaven their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head; While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread 5 There all the favourites of the Lamb 'T 132. C. M. Watts. The saints glorified. Rev. vii. 13, &c. HESE glorious minds, how bright they shine 'Whence all their white array? 'How came they to the happy seats 'Of everlasting day?' 1 2 From torturing pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely wash'd their raiment white 3 Now they approach a spotless God, Their warbling harps, and sacred songs, 4 The unveil'd glories of his face, While the rich treasure of his grace 5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock, Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10 Pand all the region peace, URE are the joys above the sky, No wanton lips, nor envious eye 2 Those holy gates for ever bar 3 He keeps the Father's book of life, 134. C. M. Watts. The beatific sight of Christ. FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, 2 The holy triumphs of my soul, 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure, and in praise. 4 Millions of years my wondering eyes 5 Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine 6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul 135. L. M. Rippon's Selection. The Christian rising to God. 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, |