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Till wings of faith, and strong desire,

Bear every thought above.
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high ;
Then bid our spirits rise and join

The chorus of the sky. 595.

L. M.

The Worship of Heaven.
1 O, 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 bis head,

While tuneful hallelujabs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread

Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 4 He smiles, — and seraphs tune their songs

To boundless rapture, while they gaze;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues

Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the followers of the Lamb

Shall join at last the heavenly choir ;
O, may the joy-inspiring theme

Awake our faith and warm desire. 596.

S. M.

The Issues of Life and Death.
1 0, WHERE shall rest be found, -

Rest for the weary soul ?
'T were vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.


2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'T is not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the fight of years ;

And all that life is love :-
4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath ;
O, what appalling horrors hang

Around the “ second death” !
5 Lord God of truth and grace !

Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,

And utterly undone.
6 Here would we end our quest;

Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love, — the rest

Of immortality. 597. . 7s. M.

The Redeemed in Heaven.
1 WHO are these in bright array,

This exulting, happy throng;
Round the altar, night and day,

Hymning one triumphant song ? -
“ Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,

Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion every hour.”
2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with his almighty name,

Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand,
Through iheir great Redeemer's might,

More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed ;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,

Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs ;

Perfect love dispels all fears ;
And for ever from their eyes

God shall wipe away their tears.

598. L. M. 61.

HEBER. The visible World a Shadow of the invisible. 1 I PRAISED the earth in beauty seen,

With garlands gay, of various green ;
I praised the sea, whose ample field
Shone glorious as a silver shield ;
And earth and ocean seemed to say,

“ Our beauties are but for a day."
2 I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled

On wheels of amber and of gold;
I praised the moon, whose softer eye
Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky ;
And moon and sun in answer said,

“ Our years are told, when we must fade.” 3 O God! O good beyond compare !

If thus thy nieaner works are fair, —
If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of sinful earth and mortal man, —
How glorious must thy mansion be
Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee !

C. M.

Death and immediate Glory.
1 THERE is a house not made with hands,

Eternal and on high ;
And here my spirit waiting stands,

Till God shall bid it fly.
2 We walk by faith of joys to come ;

Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,

. We 're absent from the Lord.
3 Shortly this prison of my clay

Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey

Thy Heavenly Father's call.


The Christian in the Prospect of Death.
1 O, MOST delightful hour by man

Experienced here below,
The hour that terminates his span,

His folly, and his woe.
2 Worlds should not bribe me back to tread

Again life's dreary waste,
To see again my day o'erspread

With all the gloomy past.
3 My home henceforth is in the skies;

Earth, seas, and sun, adieu !
All heaven unfolded to my eyes,

I have no sight for you.
4 So speaks the Christian, firm possessed

of faith's supporting rod,
Then breathes his soul into its rest,
The bosom of his God.



S. M.

Headen and Earth.
1 BEHOLD yon bright array

Before the heavenly throne !
There young nor old, there rich nor poor,

There bond nor free, are known
2 At once they strike their lyres ;

At once break off, — and all,
With trembling joy and silent love, .

In adoration fall.
3 Whate'er their lot below,

As fellow-heirs of bliss,
In heaven their services are one :

Let earth be heaven in this.
4 As brethren so may we

Worship with one accord ;
In stillness wait, in prayer bow down,

And bless and praise the Lord.
5 As pilgrims on the way,

God's earthly courts we fill ;
And travel on from strength to strength,

Abreast, to Zion's hill.
6 There may our spirits meet,

When faith is changed to sight,
Where God the Lord himself shall be

The temple, life, and light. 602.

Heavenly Rest.
1 AND is there, Lord, a rest

For weary souls designed,
Where not a care shall stir the breast,

Or sorrow entrance find ?
2 Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet,

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