5 “ This tried almighty hand

• Is rais'd for their defence; “ Where is the power shall reach them there?

" Or what shall force them thence?” 6 Enough, my gracious Lord,

Let faith triumphant cry;
My heart can on this promise live,
Can on this promise die.

465. C.M.-Christ's Sheep guarded by Omnipotence. John x. 29, 30. 1 IN one harmonious cheerful song,

Ye happy saints combine;
Loud let it sound from every tongue,

The Saviour is divine.
2 The least, the feeblest of the sheep,

To him the Father gave;
Kind is his heart the charge to keep,

And strong his arm to save.
3 In Christ the Almighty Father dwells,

And Christ and he are one;
The rebel power which Christ assails,

Attacks the eternal throne. 4 That hand which heaven and earth sustains,

And bars the gates of hell,
And rivets Satan down in chains,

Shall guard his chosen well. 5 Now let the infernal lion roar,

How vain his threats appear!
When he can match Jehovah's power,
I will begin to fear.

466.
L.M.-Rising to God, or Prospect of Death and Glory.
1 NOW let our souls on wings sublime,

Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

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2 Born by a new celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,

So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,

When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,

And dying is but going home.
4 Welcome sweet hour of full discharge,

That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,

And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,

Is the full heaven enjoy'd above;
And the sweet expectation now,
Is the young dawn of heaven below.

467. P.M.-“ For what is your life? it is even a vapour." James iv. 14. 1 WHAT is life? 'tis but a vapour, Soon it vanishes

away; Life is like a dying taper;

O, my soul! why wish to stay? Why not spread thy wings and fly,

Straight to yonder world of joy? 2 See that glory, how resplendent!

Brighter far than fancy paints; There, in majesty transcendent,

Jesus reigns, the King of saints. Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly

Straight to yonder world of joy. 3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,

Sing with rapture of his love; Through the heavens its praises sounding,

Filling all the courts above: Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy.

4 Go, and share his people’s glory,

'Midst the ransom'd crowd appear; Thine a joyful, wondrous story,

One that angels love to hear: Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy.

468. C.M.-God the everlasting Light of the Saints above. Isa. lx. 20. 1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,

With all your feeble light:
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,

Pale empress of the night.
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed,
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid.
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heavenly courts,

Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix

With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline

Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall view

With infinite delight.

469. C.M.- Our Desire and Groaning before God. Ps. xxxviii. 9, 10. 1 MY soul, the awful hour will come,

Apace it passeth on,
To bear this body to the tomb,

And thee to scenes unknown.
2 My heart, long labouring with its woes,

Shall pant and sink away;
And you, my eye-lids, soon shall close

On the last glimmering ray.
3 Whence in that hour shall I receive

A cordial for my pain, When, if earth's monarchs were my friends,

Those friends would weep in vain? 4 Great King of nature and of grace,

To thee my spirit flies, And opens

all its deep distress
Before thy pitying eyes.
5 All its desires to thee are known,

And every secret fear,
The meaning of each broken groan

Well notic'd by thine ear.
6 O fix me by that mighty power,

Which to such love belongs,
Where darkness veils the eyes no more,

And groans are chang‘d to songs.

470. L.M.- The Happiness of departing and being with Christ. Phill. i. 23. 1 WHILE on the verge of life I stand,

And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with its clay,

And longs to wing its flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be;

It faints my much-lov'd Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For 'tis far better to depart.

3 Come, ye angelic envoys come,

And lead the willing pilgrim home:
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,

Source of my joys, and of your own. 4 That blessed interview, how sweet!

To fall transported at his feet!
Rais’d in his arms to view his face,

Through the full beamings of his grace. 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing !

To fly as on a cherub's wing?
Performing with unwearied hands

A present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet with these prospects full in sight, I'll wait thy signal for

ignal for my flight! !
For, while thy service I pursue,
I find

my heaven begun below.

471.

L.M.-The dying Saint.
1 SEE! while the saint expiring lies,

Upward he lifts his longing eyes;
In praise he spends his latest breath;

Triumphs in pain, and sings in death. 2 Oh, who can tell what secret power

Supports him in the gloomy hour;
What unseen hand is with him there,

Or whence proceeds that cheerful air? 3 A smile upon his lips appears,

His face a heavenly aspect wears; Each grief remov’d, each sin forgiven,

On earth he feels the dawn of heaven. 4 Sinners behold, and wondering cry,

Thus, like the righteous, let me die!
But such an end they'll never find,
Who leave not such a life behind.