May pure religion's holy light
Shine with o'erpowering ray.

335.

C. M.

The Hope of Heaven.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

WATTS.

B W. NOEL.

1 WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,

'T is sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;

'T is not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 It is that troubled conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin,

And sees, though far, the hand that heals,
And ends the strife within.

5 O, let me wing my hallowed flight
From earthborn woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.

337.

C. M.

God our only Hope.

DRUMMOND.

1 WHEN reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,

What power shall save us from despair,
What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil

Can soothe the mourner's smart,
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our woe to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love,
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul! to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;

His eye alone thy wounds can see,
His power alone can heal.

338.

8 & 7s. M.

Joyful Hope.

MONTGOMERY.

1 KNOW, my soul! thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,

Joy to find in every station,

Something still to do or bear:

Think what spirit dwells within thee;

Think what Father's smiles are thine;

Think what Jesus did to win thee;
Child of heaven! canst thou repine?

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed with faith and winged with prayer;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there :
Soon shall close thine earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

The Christian rejoicing in Hope.

1 CHILDREN of the Heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

CENNICK

340.

C. M.

Gratitude and Hope.

Doddridge.

1 MY soul, triumphant in the Lord,

Proclaim thy joys abroad,

And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by thy God.

2 Through every winding maze of life
His hand has been my guide;

And in his long-experienced care
My heart shall still confide.
3 Beyond the choicest joys of time,
Thy courts on earth I love;
But, O, I burn with strong desire
To dwell with thee above.

4 There, joined with all the shining band,
My soul would thee adore,

A pillar in thy temple fixed,

341.

To be removed no more.

C. M.

The Christian's Experience a Ground for Hope.

WATTS.

1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,

My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night,

Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

4 Let those that sow in sadness wait

Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

342.

C. M.

The Hope, the Star, the Voice.

H. H. HAWLEY.

1 THERE is a hope, a blessed hope,

More precious and more bright

Than all the joyless mockery
The world esteems delight.

2 There is a star, a lovely star,
That lights the darkest gloom,
And sheds a peaceful radiance o'er
The prospects of the tomb.

3 There is a voice, a cheering voice,
That lifts the soul above,
Dispels the painful, anxious doubt,
And whispers, "God is love."

4 That voice, aloud from Calvary's height,
Proclaims the soul forgiven;
That star is revelation's light;

343.

That hope, the hope of heaven.

C. M.

Hope of Reunion above.

ANONYMOUS.

1 WHEN floating on life's troubled sea,
By storms and tempests driven,
Hope, with her radiant finger, points
To brighter scenes in heaven.

2 She bids the storms of life to cease,
The troubled breast be calm;

And in the wounded heart she pours
Religion's healing balm.

3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours
Of sadness and of gloom;

She guides us through this vale of tears,
To joys beyond the tomb.

4 And when our fleeting days are o'er,
And life's last hour draws near,
With still unwearied wing she hastes
To wipe the falling tear.

5 She bids the anguished heart rejoice :
Though earthly ties are riven,

We still may hope to meet again
In yonder peaceful heaven.