The Christian's Prospect.
1 WHAT sinners value I resign; Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life's a dream, an empty show; But that bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake, and find me there? 3 O, glorious hour! O, blest abode ! I shall be near and like my God, And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, Then burst the chains, with glad surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?
3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know :
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
1 O, WHEN the hours of life are past, And death's dark shade arrives at last, It is not sleep, it is not rest,
'T is glory opening to the blest.
2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin, And Christ shall there receive them in ; There each shall wear a robe of light Like his, divinely fair and bright. 3 There parted hearts again shall meet In union holy, calm, and sweet; There grief find rest, and never more Shall sorrow call them to deplore. 4 There angels will unite their prayers With spirits bright and blest as theirs, And light shall glance on every crown, From suns that never more go down. 5 For there the God of mercy sheds His purest influence on their heads, And gilds the spirits round the throne With glory radiant as his own.
1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering 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 old Canaan stood, And 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, —
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
1 HIGH, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love.
2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torturing pain, and heavy woe.
3 Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find, Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind. 4 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark! their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love. -
1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
2 O, the transporting, rapturous scene That rises to my sight!- Sweet fields, arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight.
3 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.
4 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?
5 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves should round me roll I'd fearless launch away.
The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality. 1 AS twilight's gradual veil is spread Across the evening sky;
So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die.
2 The bloom of spring, the summer rose, In vain pale winter brave;
Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows A ransom from the grave.
3 But morning dawns, and spring revives, And genial hours return;
So man's immortal soul survives, And scorns the mouldering urn.
4 When this vain scene no longer charms, Or swiftly fades away,
He sinks into a Father's arms,
Nor dreads the coming day.
1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight, Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more!
3 No cloud those blissful regions know, - Realms ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
4 O, may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love,
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