A country far from mortal fight: The land of reft, the faints' delight, 2 O what a bleffed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than tafte the heav'nly pow'rs, And antedate that day : We feel the refurrection near, Our life in Chrift conceal'd. And with his glorious prefence here 3 O would he more of heav'n bestow! I HE HYMN CLXXIII. EAD of the church triumphant, Till thou appear, thy members here And cry aloud, and give to God 2 While in affliction's furnace, And paffing through the fire, Thy love we praise, which knows no days, And ever brings us nigher : We clap our hands exulting In thine almighty favour; The love divine, which made us thine, 3 Thou doft conduct thy people, Through torrents of temptation; The world, with fin and Satan, By thee we shall, break thro' them all, 4 By faith, we fee the glory, To which thou fhalt reftore us, Shall fee thee ftand, at God's right-hand, A HYMN CLXXIV. S. M. LMIGHTY Maker, God, In native white and red, And free from pride, their beauties spread, To fhow thy skilful hand. 3 The lark mounts up the sky, And bears her Maker's praise on high, 4 Fain would I rife and fing Fain would my heart adore my King, 5 But pride, that bufy fin, Spoils all that I perform; That pride which creeps fecurely in, 6 Thy glories I abate, Or praise thee with defign: Part of thy favours I forget, Or think the merit mine. 7 Create my foul anew Elfe all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er prove true Till it be form'd again. 8 Defcend, celestial fire, And fieze me from above! Wrap me in flames of pure defire, 9 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days; HYMN CLXXV. 'REJOICE evermore with angels above, In Jefus's pow'r, in Jefus's love: With glad exultation your triumph proclaim, Afcribing falvation to God and the Lamb! 2 Thou, Lord, our relief in trouble haft been; Haft fav'dus from grief, haft fav'd us from fin: The pow'r of thySpirit hath fet our hearts free, And now we inherit all fulness in thee. 3 All fulnels of peace, all fulness of joy, And spiritual bliss that never shall cloy, To us it is given in Jefus to know A kingdom of heaven, a heaven below. 4 No longer we join, while finners invite; Nor envy the fwine their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, their mirth is all vain ; Their laughter is madness, their pleasure is pain. 5 O might they at laft with sorrow return, Our Jefus receiving, our happiness prove, O HYMN CLXXVI. FT I in my heart have faid, Who fhall afcend on high, Mount to Chrift, my glorious head, And bring him from the sky? Borne on contemplation's wing, 2 Oft I in my heart have faid, Chrift would quickly enter there, 3 But the righteousness of faith, I "Life to all, for life who figh; HYMN CLXXVII, Glorious hope of perfect love! It gives my ravish'd foul to tafte, 2 The things eternal I purfue; A happinefs beyond the view Of thofe that bafely pant |