And lo! we fee the vaft reward, 5 O let our heart and mind That heaven of repofe to find, 6 Where all our toils are o'er, 7 O happy, happy place, Where faints and angels meet; 8 The church of the firft-born, And, crown'd with endless joy, return To our eternal reft. With joy we fhall behold, In yonder bleft abode, 10 Abraham and Ifaac, there, The foll'wers of their faith and pray'r, 11 We shall our time beneath Live out in cheerful hope, And fearless pass the vale of death. 12 To gather home his own, God fhall his angels fend, 1 And bid our blifs, on earth begun, CONVINCED OF BACKSLIDING. HYMN CCXLI. Firft-Part. H! how happy are they OH And have laid up their treasure above? The fweet comfort and peace 2 That sweet comfort was mine, 3 I first found in the blood of the Lamb; What a joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jefus's name! 'Twas a heaven below, My Redeemer to know; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the ftory repeat, And the Lover of finners adore. 4 Jefus all the day 'long Was my joy and my fong; O that all his falvation might fee! 5 6 On the wings of his love, Ev'ry fin and temptation, and pain; That I ever fhould grieve, That I ever fhould fuffer again. I then rode on the sky, Nor did envy Elijah his feat; My glad foul mounted high'r And the moon it was under my feet. 7 O! the rapturous height Of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood! I was perfectly bleft, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. HYMN CCXLII. Second-Part. H! but where am I now? That I fell from my heaven of grace! I am stript of my All; I am banifa'd from Jefus's face! Hardly yet do I know And Infected my spirit with pride. 3 4 5 6 7 But I felt it too foon, That my Saviour was gone, And my day it was turn'd into nigh Only pride could deftroy That sweet innocent joy, And thus make my Redeemer depart: I lament the fad lofs, For the veil is come over my heart. Oh! how wretched I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within! To the fury of Satan and fin! Nothing now can relieve; I have loft all my peace and my pow'r; To the Friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. Now, no tongue can declare While no end of my troubles I fee; On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I now wander abroad; Through a defert of forrows I reve: 1 And how great is my pain, My loft Eden of Jesus's love! Tell me, Lord, shall I rife Ever come my Redeemer to fee? That at laft he will stoop, H HYMN CCXLIII. OW fhall a loft finner, in pain, To fpare fuch a rebel as me? • Such plenteous redemption in thee? 2 O Jefus, of thee I require, If ftill thou art able to fave, The brand to pluck out of the fire, The help of thy Spirit restore, And fhew me the life-giving blood; And pardon a finner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jefus, in pity draw near, Come quickly, to help a loft soul, |