2 Join'd in one spirit to our head, 30 let us ever walk in him, 4 Closer and closer let us cleave 5 But let us hasten to the day 175 ᏞᎬ 2 Christian Moderation. ET party zeal no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Among the saints on earth Let mutual love be found: Heirs of the same inheritance, S. M. 3 Let envy and ill will Be banish'd far away: 4 Those should in strictest friendship dwell, Thus will the church below Resemble that above, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 176 2 3 4 5 Praise for the Gospel. P. M. JESUS, our Lord, Thy name be ador'd For all the rich blessings convey'd through thy word! In spirit we trace Thy wonders of grace, And cheerfully join in a concert of praise. The ancient of days His glory displays, And shines on his chosen with cherishing rays. The trumpet of God Is sounding abroad, The language of mercy-salvation through blood. Thrice happy are they Who hear and obey, And share in the blessings of this gospel day. 6 7 8 The people who know With burning affection to worship him glow. This blessing is mine, Through favour divine: But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine! The work is of Grace, Thine, thine be the praise! And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways. LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Let us each, thy love possessing Trav'lling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give and adoration, With us, ever more, be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Ús from earth to call away, Borne on angels wings to heaven, P. M. 178 2 Glad the summons to obey, Reign with Christ in endless day. The Dying Christian to his soul. P. M. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame! Hark! they whisper; angels say, What is this absorbs me quite ? 3 The world recedes; it disappears! Lend, lend your wings, I mount! I fly! 179 Funeral of a Saint. AH lovely appearance of death; P. M. Not all the gay pageants that breathe The corpse when the spirit is fled, 2 How blest is our brother bereft, Of all that could burthen his mind, How easy the soul that hath left This wearisome body behind. Of evil incapable thou, Whose relicts with envy I see, No longer in misery now, No longer a sinner like me. 3 This earth is affected no more With sickness, and shaken with pain, 4 The languishing head is at rest, Is heav'd by affliction no more: |