What empty things are all the skies, There's nothing here deserves my joys; To thee we owe our wealth, and friends, How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, Were I possessor of the earth, 6 Let others stretch their arms like seas, HYMN XCIX. C. M. Hope of Heaven, by the Resurrection of Christ. 1 BLESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; SYAN C C. M. no 4 dai grand by all Creation. et as jyin cur cheerful songs ages round the throne; Avesand Bousand are their tongues, Ruter cys are one. 66 Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And blessings more than we can give, Let all that dwell above the sky, 5 The whole creation join in one HYMN CI. L. M. The Sabbath. 1 HAIL, peaceful day of hallow'd rest, 2 'Twas mercy first ordain'd the day That we might learn the heav'nly way, 3 It comes this dreary waste to cheer, And raise th' immortal soul to God. 4 Ye careless, who profanely waste These sacred hours of mercy now; Soon will your vain delights be past, And all the fruit-remorse and woe. 5 No more no more profane the day, Nor let your sabbaths pass in vain; But learn to seek, and strive, and pray, As those who have a heav'n to gain. 1 AWAKE, my heart; my soul, arise, This is the day believers prize; Improve this sabbath, then, with care; Another may not be thy share. 2 O solemn thought! Lord, give me pow'r Wisely to fill up ev'ry hour; O for the wings of faith and love esus, assist, nor let me fail to with me to thy house to-day, Call forth my thoughts, and let them rove HYMN CIII. C. M. The Eternal Sabbath. THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 2 In thy bless'd kingdom we shall be, 3 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break the long repose; |