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While God's own Spirit gently blows,
And fans these holy fires.
Of Moses and the Lamb.
460. Heaven in View. Wạile on the verge of life į stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. Where Jesus dwells my soul would be; And faints my much-loy'd Lord to see ; Earth, twine no more about my heart, For 'tis far better to depart. Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesu's throne, Source of my joys, and of your own. That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at bis feet!' Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro’ the full beamings of his grace! As with a seraph's voice to sing, To fly as on a cherubs wing! Performing with unweary'd hands The present Saviour's high commands. Yet with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait thy signal for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
. 461. Heaven.
And gazing still! with ravish'd eyes,
462 As sacbor laid, remote from home, ToEag, I cry, ‘Sweet Spirit, come! * Cäestial breeze, no longer stay, • Bet swell my sails, and speed my way! - Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, . And loose my cable from below: • Bat I can only spread my sail; • Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious
When heated in the chase;
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pipe;
Thou Majesty divine!
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal springe
464. ARISE, my soul, with wonder see, What love divine for thee hath done, Behold thy sorrow, sin, and grief, Are laid on God's eternal Son. See! from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down; Did e'er such love with sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so bright a crown? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
465. Be present at our table, Lord; Be here and every where ador'd: These creatures bless, and grant that we May feast in Paradise with thee.
465. BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, i
And light their steps surround. Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Thro' their Redeemer's name;