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" THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION.”
My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
And comfort of my nights.
In darkest shades if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun;
And Thou my rising sun.
The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,
And whispers, I am His.
My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
T'embrace my dearest Lord.
Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.
“ AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORE CURSE!”
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress’d in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And fear to launch away.
Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise ; And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes,
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
“ BELOVED, NOW ARE WE THE SONS OF GOD."
Behold, what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestow'd
To call them sons of God.
'Tis no surprising thing,
That we should be unknown ;
God's everlasting Son.
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made ;
We shall be like our Head.
A hope so much divine
May trials well endure ;
As Christ the Lord is pure.