4 There shall I bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll 10 C. M. Love to Christ. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; "Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name, the Rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place; My never-failing treasury, filled With boundless stores of grace! 4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 5 Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; 6 Till then I would thy love proclaim 11 7 s and 6 s. Aspiring after Heaven. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Pants to view his glorious face, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; Happy entrance will be given; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. 12 C. M. The New Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labours have an end, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 0! when, thou city of my God, Where congregations ne'er break up, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, 5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there And soon my friends in Christ below, 7 Jerusalem, my happy home, 13 C. M. Triumph over Death. 1 O! FOR an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours, |