2 There shall my dis-imprison'd soul,
Behold him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve, and sin, no more.
3 Shall see him wear that very flesh,
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.
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.
5 These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me!
bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee!
If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the church above,
In Jesus' presence know!
70 may the unction of these truths,
For ever with me stay,
Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd,
My spirit flies away!
Soul happy on a Death-Bed.
V'RY moment brings me nearer To my long sought rest above; Higher mounts my soul, and higher→→ Ŏ how happy to remove;
Then, for ever,
Shall 1 sing redeeming love.
2 Soon shall I be gone to glory→
Join the bright, angelic race,
There repeat the pleasing story-
I was sav'd by sovereign grace:
View my loving Saviour's face.
8 Tho' my burden sore oppress me,
And I shrink beneath my pain,
Jesus Christ will soon release me,
And your loss will be my gain:
Precious Saviour,
With my Lord I shall remain.
476. View of Canaan. Deut. xxxii. 40.
banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
20 the transporting, rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!
8 There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow.
4 All o'er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
5 No chilling winds, nor pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.
6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?
7 Fill'd with delight my raptur'd soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.
Longing for Heaven. Job. iii. 17—22.
Is. li. 14. Phil. i. 23.
1TO languish for his native air
Can the poor, wandering exile cease?
The tir'd his wish of rest forbear?
The tortur'd help desiring ease?
The slave no more for freedom sigh
Or I no longer pine to die?
2 As shipwreck'd mariners desire,
With eager grasp, to reach the shore
As hirelings long t' obtain their hire,
And veterans wish their warfare o'er;
I languish from this earth to flee,
And gasp for-immortality.
3 To heaven I lift my mournful eyes,
And all within me groans, "how long?"
O were I landed in the skies!
The bitter loss, the cruel wrong,
Should there no more my soul molest,
Or break my everlasting rest.
4 O could I break this carnal fence,
Drop all my sorrows in the tomb,
On angel's wings remove from hence,
And fly this happy moment home,
Quit the dark house of mouldering clay,
And launch into eternal day!
478. The dying Christian. Deut. xxxi. 49. 51
1 JESUS, help thy fallen creature!
Conqueror of the world thou art,
Stronger than the foe, and greater
Than this poor rebellious heart:
Power I know to thee is given,
Power to sentence or release,
Power to shut or open heaven;
Thou alone hast all the keys.
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.
4 If thou ever didst discover
To my faith the promis'd land,
Bid me now the stream pass over,
On that heavenly border stand,
Now surmount whate'er opposes,
Into thine embraces fly;
Speak the word thou spak'st to Moses,
Bid me get me up, and die.
479. Desiring to depart, and to be with Chrisḥ
WHILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be,
And 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 blissful 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, The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet, with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait thy signal for the flight, For, while thy service we pursue, We find a heaven in all we do.
(492.) L. M.
The Dying Christian.
hour of my departure's come;
1 hear the voice that calls me home
At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run;
The combat's o'er, the prize is won
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record's in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour's blood alone,
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear:
To heal their sorrow, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.
I come, I come at thy command;
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms!
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