3 I ask them whence their victory came,
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspir'd their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praisej
For his own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses
Shew the same path to heaven. Al

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ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place: A Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste

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To seats prepar❜d above!

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;

Fire ascending seeks the sun,

Both speed them to their source:

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Pants to view his glorious face;

Upwards tends to his abode, i quɔ E.
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, l* des 1 8
Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies

Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given;

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All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven!

541. (HEB. Xì. 13-16.)

1 HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot;

How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confin'd to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here.

2 The things eternal I pursue; A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant

For things by nature felt and seen;

Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,

I neither have nor want.

3 Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise ;

I trample on their whole delight, to £2

And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

4 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.

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AISE thee, my soul, fly up and run Through every heavenly street; And say, there's nought below the sun That's worthy of thy feet.

2 There, on a high majestic throne,
The Almighty Father reigns,

And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.

3 Bright like a sun the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon;

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

4 Amidst those ever-shining skies
Behold the sacred Dove;
While banish'd sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

5 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;
And saints and seraphs sing and praise, i
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6 But Oh, what beams of heavenly, grace of Transport them all the while!

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And love in every smile!

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7 Jesus! and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,.

When I shall leave this house of clay
To dwell among them there?

1 FATHER, I long, I faint to see

The place of thine abode;

I'd leave thy earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasant sight;

But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 There at thy feet with awful fear
The adoring armies fall;

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With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before the eternal All.

4 There I would vie with all the host In duty and in bliss;

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While 'less than nothing' I could boast,
And vanity' confess.

5 The more thy glories strike mine eyes,

The humbler I shall liegens vinae bị A ́Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high.

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And, like a violent sea,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,"

And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There to fulfil his sweet commands, -
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his

grace,

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 For ever his dear sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be
The close of every song.

545. (JOHN XIV. 19.)

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1 FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds,

Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.

2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.