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The Worship of Heaven.

8 Then at thy feet, with awful fear,

The adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,

Before the eternal All.
6 There I would vie with all the host,

In duty and in bliss;
While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity confess.


Hymn 174. L.M.

The Worship of Heaven.
On! for a sweet inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains ;
From the bright realms of endless day,

The blissful realms where Jesus reigns, 2 There low before his glorious throne,

Adoring saints and angels fall, And with delightful worship own

His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rise;
And love, and joy, and triumph spread

Through all the assemblies of the skies. 4 There all the fav'rites of the Lamb

Shall join at last the heavenly choir: Oh I may the joy-inspiring theme

Awake our faith and warm desire ! 6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal

Our interest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil,

And we behold thy lovely face. steele,

HYMN 175. L.M.

The same.
DESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,

Stoop down and take us on thy wings;
And mount, and bear us far above

The reach of these inferior things.

The Heavenly Choir. 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,

Up where eternal ages roll; Where solid pleasures never die,

And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3 Oh! for a sight, a pleasing sight,

Of our almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,

Clothed in a body like our own. 4 Adoring saints around him stand,

And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man,

And sheds sweet glories on them all. 8 Oh! what amazing joys they feel,

While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heavenly hill

And spread the triumphs of our King. 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,

That I shall mount to dwell above; And stand and bow amongst them there,

And view thy face, and sing thy love?
HYMN 176. 4-8's & 2-6's.

The Heavenly Choir.
Oh! might I with thy saints aspire;
The meanest of the dazzling choir,

Who chant thy praise above !
Mix'd with the bright musician band,
May I a heavenly harper stand,

And sing the song of love!
2 What ecstasy of bliss is there,
While all the angelic concert share,

And drink the floating joys! What more than ecstasy, when all, Struck to the golden pavement, fal!

At Jesu's glorious voice!
8 Jesus! the heaven of heavens he is;
The soul of harmony and bliss!

And while on him we gaze,
And while his glorious voice we hear,
Our spirits are all eye, all ear,

And silence speaks his praise.

The Heavenly Canaan.

4 Oh! might I die that awe to prove,
That prostrate awe which dares not move

Before the great Three-One!
To shout by turns the bursting joy,
And all eternity employ

In songs around the throne.

HYMN 177. C.M.

Hearen contemplated.
On! what has Jesus bought for me?

Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.
2 I see a world of spirits bright,

Who reap the pleasures there;
They all are robed in purest white,

And conq'ring palms they bear.
3 Adorn'd by their Redeemer's grace,

They close pursue the Lamb; And every shining front displays

The unutterable name. 4 Oh! what are all my sufferings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear,

And worship at thy feet!
6 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away;
I come to find them all again,

In that eternal day.

HYMN 178. C.M.

The Heavenly Canaan.
On Jordan's stormy bank I stand,

And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,

Wbere my possessions lie.

Aspiring to Heaven. 2 0 the transporting, rapturous scene, * That rises to my sight! Sweet fields array'd in living green,

And rivers of delight.
3 There generous fruit that never fails,

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 sun, for ever reigns,

And scatters night away.
• No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore ; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and feared no more.
6 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be for ever bless'd ?
When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?
7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul

Can here no longer stai:
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,

Fearless I'd launch away. STENNETT.
HYMN 179. 8-7's & 6's.

Aspiring to Heaven.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay;

Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above. 3 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course : Fire ascending seeks the sun;

Both speed them to their source:

The Terrors of Hell.

So, a soul that's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face; Upwards tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.
3 Peace, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ;

Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, then, you know

Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.




HYMN 180. L.M

The Terrors of Hell. With holy fear and humble song,

The dreadful God our souls adore: Reverence and awe become the tongue

That speaks the terrors of his power. 2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,

The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there. 8 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race

Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod : Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,

But they incensed a dreadful God. 4 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son :

Sinner, obey the Saviour's call; Else thy damnation hastens on,

And hell gapes wide to wait thy iall.

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