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And-linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
5 O could we make our doubts remove,
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold
A*.*. my soul, to Pisgah's height,
* A land where pure enjoyments dwell And blessings most divine; Where saints their highest notes shall
And in bright glory shine.
3 There endless springs of pleasure flow,
At my Redeemer's side,
4 For Salem's dazzling gates are seen,
5 O could I cross rough Jordan's wave,
6 To enrich my soul with fresh supplies,
Out his devoted breast, My Saviour's love shall guard me through, To everlasting rest.
9. In him I live, in him I move,
10 My conflicts here shall soon be past Where wild distraction reigns, Through toils and death I’ll reach at last, Fair Canaan's happy plains.
11 The lamp of life will soon grow pale,
HYMN 117.-C. M. Inconstancy in the Christian life lamented.
ERPETUAL Source of light and We hail thy sacred name, , [grace Through every years revolving round Thy goodness is the same.
3. On us, unworthy as we are,
3 Inconstant, service we repay, -
4 Low at thy feet our guilt we mourn,
5 Armed with this energy divine,
6 So, by thy power, the morning sun
- The inward life of the Christian.
2 His concience knows no secret stings,
2 He waits in secret on his God,
4 His Pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time; Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
& He wants no pomp or royal throne