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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