8 Like ships on the ocean we're tossed by commotion,

But Christ is the pilot, and he's a sure guide. If sick and afflicted, kind love has a lotion Which flows in abundance from Jesus' side; Though Satan's wild whirlwinds, like deluges roaring,

And floods of temptation as hail are downpouring,

Though devils should haunt you, yet let them not daunt you,

For Jesus rules over the wind and the tide.

4 I feel his love blazing. My spirits are raising. Had I angel's pinions, away would I go, And see that bright city, and hear angels praising,

And all the enjoyment of glory to know. To our great God and Father, that shines throughout heaven,

All glory from saints and from angels be given.

My heart's all on fire-my Jesus draws nigher; His love, like an ocean, all through me doth flow.

6 His love so constrains me, this earth can't contain me:

My soul is so joyful, I'm filled with new wine. "Tis grace that supports me, and glory awaits

me,

While beams from sweet heaven all round me doth shine.

Bright angels attend me where'er I am going, Sweet Jesus directs me, whatever I'm doing; A subject of wonder, on which angels ponder, That beggars are raised to a life so divine.

Band all my passions capture;

RIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense,

Eternal beauties round me shine,
Infusing warmest rapture.

I dive in pleasures deep and full-
In swelling waves of glory-
And feel my Savior in my soul,
And groan to tell my story.

2 My captivated spirit flies

Through shining worlds of beauty;
Dissolv'd in blushes, loud I cry,
In praises loud and mighty.

And here I'll sing, and swell the strain
Of harmony, delighted;

And with the millions learn the notes
Of saints in Christ united.

8 The bliss that rolls through those above,
Through those in glory seated-
Which causes them loud songs to sing,
Ten thousand times repeated-
Darts through my soul in radiant flame,
Constraining loudest praises,

O'erwhelming all my powers with joy,
While all within me blazes.

4 When earth and sea shall be no more, And all their glory perish

When sun and moon shall cease to shine,
And stars at midnight languish-

My joys refin'd shall higher shine,
With heav'ns radiant glory,

And tell, through one eternal day,
Love's all-immortal story.

GOD, my heart with love inflame,
That I may in thy holy name
Aloud in songs of praise rejoice,
While I have breath to raise my voice;
Then I will shout, then I will sing,
And make the heavenly arches ring;
I'll sing and shout for evermore,
On that eternal, happy shore.

2 O hope of glory, Jesus, come

And make my heart thy constant home;
For the small remnant of my days
I want to sing and shout thy praise.
O give me, Lord, a neart to pray,
And live rejoicing ev'ry day,
To give thee thanks in ev'rything,
And sing and shout, and shout and sing.

8 When on my dying bed I lay,

Lord, give me strength to shout and pray,
And praise thee with my latest breath,
Until my voice is lost in death.

Then, brethren, sisters, shouting come,
My body follow to the tomb;
And, as you march the solemn road,
Loud sing and shout the praise of God.

4 Then you below, and I above,

We'll shout and praise the God we love,
Until the great, tremendous day,

When Gabriel's trump shall wake our clay.
Then from our dusty beds we'll spring,
And shout, O death, where is thy sting?
O Grave, where is thy victory?

We'll shout to all eternity.

5 Our race is run; we've gain'd the prize,
Then shall the Sov'reign of the skies,
With smiles, unto his children say,
Come reign with me in endless day.
Then on that happy, happy shore,
We'll shout and sing our suff'rings o'er;
We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing,
And make the heavenly arches ring.

HERE is a land of pleasure, There streams of joy ever roll;

"Tis there I have my treasure,

And there I hope to rest my soul. Long darkness dwelt around me, With scarcely once a cheering ray; But since my Savior found me

A light has shone along my way.

2 My way is full of danger,

But it's the path that leads to God; Then, like a valiant soldier,

I'll dauntless keep the happy road.

Now I must gird my sword on,

My breast-plate, helmet, and my shield, And fight the hosts of Satan

Until I gain the heav'nly field.

8 I'm on my way to Canaan,

Still guarded by my Savior's hand;

O come along, dear sinner,

And see Immanuel's happy land.

To all that stay behind me

I bid a long-a long farewell!

O come, or you'll repent it,

When you do reach the gates of hell.

4 The vale of tears surrounds me,
And Jordan's current rolls before;
O how I stand and tremble

To hear the dismal waters roar!
Whose hand shall then support me,
And keep my soul from sinking there-
From sinking down to darkness,

And to the regions of despair?

5 The waves shall not affright me, Although they're deeper than the grave; If Jesus will stand by me,

I'll calmly ride on Jordan's wave. His word has calm'd the ocean,

His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale; O may this friend be with me

When through the gates of death I sail!

6 Then come, thou king of terror,

And with thy weapons lay me low;
I soon shall reach that region

Where everlasting pleasures flow.
Now, Christians, I must leave you,
A few more days to suffer here;
Through grace I soon shall meet you-
My soul exults-I'm almost there.

7 Soon the archangel's trumpet

Shall shake the globe from pole to pole, And all the wheels of nature

Shall in a moment cease to roll.

Then I shall see my Savior,

With shining ranks of angels, come

To execute his vengeance,

And take his ransom'd people home.