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That I might have felicity,

He groan'd, he bled, and dy'd for me.

5 For ever shall thy deathless fame,
O Jesus, from my harp resound;
While heav'n shall echo back thy name,
Unto creation's utmost bound:
Eternal years, my theme shall be,
My Jesus liv'd, and dy'd for me.

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Christian travellers.

CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;

Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are trav'ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy, now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 O ye ransom'd seed be glad;
Christ our advocate is made
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Pleads the merit of his blood,
Ever prevalent with God.

4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward.

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5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ your Father's Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.

6 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our leader be,
Cheerfully we'll follow thee!

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Joy of heaven anticipated.

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NOME, and let us ascend,

My companion and friend,

To a taste of the banquet above :
If thine heart be as mine,
If for Jesus it pine,

Come up into the chariot of love.

2 Who in Jesus confide,
They are bold to outride

The storms of affliction beneath:
With the Prophet they soar
To that heav'nly shore,

And outfly all the arrows of death.

3 Who on earth can conceive
How happy they live

In the city of God the great King!
What a concert of praise

When our Jesus's grace

The whole heav'nly company sing!

4 What a rapturous song,
When the glorify'd throng
In the spirit of harmony join!
Join all the glad choirs,

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Hearts, voices, and lyres,

And the burden is " mercy divine !"

Hallelujah they cry,

To the King of the sky,

To the great everlasting I am,

To the Lamb that was slain
Lo! he liveth again!

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Hallelujah to God and the Lamb!

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The beatific vision.

LONG to behold him array'd,
With glory and grandeur above;
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love.
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode;
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God.
2 With him I on Sion shall stand,

(For Jesus hath spoken the word)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord :
But when on thy bosom reclin❜d,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of bliss I shall find,
My heaven of heavens in thee.

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3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness nor sorrow shall
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give,
And when from the body set free,
My soul to the city receive.

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For Christ's guidance.

UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand:
Bread of heaven! bread of heaven!
Feed me now and evermore.

2 Open now the crystal fountain
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong deliv'rer! strong deliv'rer!

Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee.

P. M.

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In darkness of soul.

COME, holy, celestial Dove,

And visit a sorrowful breast,
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest:
Thou only hast pow'r to relieve

A sinner o'erwhelm'd with his load,
The sense of election to give,

And sprinkle his heart with the blood.
2 With me if of old thou hast strove,
And kindly with-held me from sin,
Resolv'd by the force of thy love,
My worthless affections to win:
The work of thy mercy revive,
Invincible mercy exert,

And keep my weak graces alive,
And set up thy rest in my heart.

3 Thy call if I ever have known,
Ånd sigh'd from myself to get free,
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thee:
Fulfil the imperfect desire,

Thy peace to my conscience reveal;
The sense of thy favour inspire,
And give me my pardon to feel,

4 If when I have put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy goodness hath been my relief,
And lifted me up as I mourn'd:

P. M.

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