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% There shall my dis-imprison'd soul,
Behold him and adore;
And grieve, and sin, no more.
On which my guilt was lain; His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain. I Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound; And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At lus right hand be found.
The God that died for me!
Lord, who is like to thee! o If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
In Jesus' presence know!
For ever with me stay,
P. M. 475.
Soul happy on a Death-Bed. 1 EY
V'RY moment brings me nearer
To my long sought rest above;
O how happy to remove;
Shall 1 sing redeeming love.
Join the bright, angelic race,
And for ever
View my loving Saviour's face.
And I shrink beneath my pain,
loss will be my gain:
And cast a wishful eye
Where my possessions lie.
That rises to my sight!
And rivers of delight!
On trees immortal grow;
With milk and honey flow.
Shines one eternal day;
And scatters night away.
Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.
And be for ever blest?
And in his bosom rest?
Tho’ Jordan's waves around me roll,
P. M. 477. Longing for Heaven. Job. iii. 17—22.
Is. li. 14. Phil. i. 23.
Can the poor, wandering exile cease?
Or I no longer pine to die?
With eager grasp, to reach the shore
And gasp for-immortality,
were I landed in the skies! The bitter loss, the cruel wrong, Should there no more my soul molest,
Or break my everlasting rest.
Drop all my sorrows in the tomb,
P. M. 478. The dying Christian. Deut. xxxii. 49. 5i I JESUS, help thy fallen creature!!
Conqueror of the world thou art,
Than this poor rebellious heart:
Power to sentence or release,
2 Open, then, in great compassion,
Open mercy's door to me, Out of mighty tribulation
Bring me forth thy face to see; O cut short my days of mourning
Quickly to my rescue come, Let me joyfully returning
Reach my everlasting home. * Hear me, Lord, myself bemoaning,
Banish'd from iny native place, Languishing for God, and groaning
To appear before thy face: From this bodily oppression
Set my earnest spirit free, Give me now the full possession,
Let me now thy glory see. If thou ever didst discover
To my faith the promis'd land, Bid me now the stream pass over,
On that heavenly border stand,
Into thine embraces fly;
L. M. 479. Desiring to depart, and to be with Christo
Phil. i. 23.
And view the scene on either hand,
And longs to wing its flight away.
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see ;
For 'tis far better to depart.
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,-
Source of my joys, and of your own. $ That blissful inter view, how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet!
Through the full beamings of his grace! 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing!
To fly as on a cherub's wing!
The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
We'll wait thy signal for the flight,
(492.) L. M. 480.
The Dying Christian,
And let thy servant die in peace. % The race appointed I have run ;
The combat's o'er, the prize is won
And now my record's in the sky. 3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
I look for merry at thy throne,
Save for the friends I held so dear :
And to the friendless prove a friend. $ I come, I come at thy command ;
I give my spirit to thy hand;