THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION."

My God, the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brighter days,

And comfort of my nights.

In darkest shades if Thou appear,
My dawning is begun ;

Thou art my soul's sweet morning star,

And Thou my rising sun.

The opening heavens around me shine,
With beams of sacred bliss,

While Jesus shews His heart is mine,

And whispers, I am His.

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way

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 linger shivering on the brink,

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

On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God.

'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,

God's everlasting Son.

Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ the Lord is pure.