1. O, COULD our thoughts and wishes fly,
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2. There, joys unseen by mortal eye,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3. Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4. O, then on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

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To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

C. M.

Freedom from Sin and Sorrow.

1. HOW happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!

With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all his glory see!

2. "Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry,
"That brought us near to God !"

In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout
The virtue of his blood.

3. Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,
Ambitious to proclaim

Before the Father's awful throne,
The honors of the Lamb.

4. With wondering joy they recollect
Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, power, and love,
Which brought them safe at last.

5. Lord, let the merit of thy death
To me be likewise given;

And I, with them, will shout thy praise

Steele.

Through all the courts of heaven. Toplady.

1. THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2. There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3. Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

4. But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5. O, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes ;—

6. Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

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Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,.
Should fright us from the shore.

C. M.

Sinai and Sion.

1. NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke ;—

2. But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God;

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3. Behold th' innumerable host

Of angels clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight.

4. Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven;
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare
Their vilest sins forgiven.

5. The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living head,
And of his grace partake.

6. In such society as this,

My weary soul would rest

The man who dwells where Jesus is,
Must be forever blest.

Watts.

Watts

I lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me.

2. When, with an aching, burdened heart,
I seek relief of thee;

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Dear Lord, remember me.

3. When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;

O, let my strength be as my day:
Dear Lord, remember me.

4. When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:
Dear Lord, remember me.

5. When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree;

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Be this the prayer of my last breath,

Dear Lord, remember me. J. Humphries.

C. M.

Submission.

1. SUBMISSIVE to thy will, my God,
I all to thee resign,

And bow before thy chastening rod;
I mourn, but not repine.

2. Why should my foolish heart complain,
When wisdom, truth, and love
Direct the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above.

3. How short are all my sufferings here,
How needful every cross;
Away, my unbelieving fear,

Nor call my gain my loss.

4. Then give, O Lord, or take away,
I'll bless thy sacred name;
Jesus, to-day, and yesterday,
And ever, is the same.

Haweis.

1. FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;

Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all our cares.

2. Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3. The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

4. Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

Turner.