And lo! we fee the vaft reward,
Which waits us in the skies!

5 O let our heart and mind
Continually afcend,

That heaven of repofe to find,
Where all our labours end!

6 Where all our toils are o'er,
Our fuff'ring and our pain!
Who meet on that eternal shore
Shall never part again.

7 O happy, happy place,

Where faints and angels meet;
There we shall fee each other's face,
And all our brethren greet.

8 The church of the firft-born,
We shall with them be bleft,

And, crown'd with endless joy, return To our eternal reft.

With joy we fhall behold,

In yonder bleft abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the faints of God.

10 Abraham and Ifaac, there,
And Jacob, fhall receive

The foll'wers of their faith and pray'r,
Who now in bodies live.

11 We shall our time beneath

Live out in cheerful hope,

And fearless pass the vale of death.
And gain the mountain-top.

12 To gather home his own, God fhall his angels fend,

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And bid our blifs, on earth begun,
In deathlefs triumphs end.

CONVINCED OF BACKSLIDING.

HYMN CCXLI.

Firft-Part.

H! how happy are they
Who the Saviour obey,

OH

And have laid up their treasure above?
Tongue can never exprefs

The fweet comfort and peace
Of a foul in its earliest love!

2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favour divine

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I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ❜d,

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!
He hath lov'd me, I cry'd,
He hath fuffer'd and dy'd,
To redeem fuch a rebel as me.

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On the wings of his love,
I was carry'd above

Ev'ry fin and temptation, and pain;
And I could not believe

That I ever fhould grieve,

That I ever fhould fuffer again.

I then rode on the sky,
Freely juftify'd I,

Nor did envy Elijah his feat;

My glad foul mounted high'r
In a chariot of fire,

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!
Of my Saviour poffeft,

I was perfectly bleft,

As if fill'd with the fulness of God.

HYMN CCXLII.

Second-Part.

H! but where am I now?
And why was it, or how,

That I fell from my heaven of grace!
I am brought into thrall;

I am stript of my All;

I am banifa'd from Jefus's face!

Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So infenfibly starting afide;
When the tempter came in,
With his own fubtle fin,

And Infected my spirit with pride.

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But I felt it too foon,

That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my fight!
Then my triumph and boaft
On a fudden were loft,

And my day it was turn'd into nigh

Only pride could deftroy

That sweet innocent joy,

And thus make my Redeemer depart:
But whate'er was the cause,

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!
My dear Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone,

To the fury of Satan and fin!

Nothing now can relieve;
Without comfort I grieve;

I have loft all my peace and my pow'r;
No accefs do Í find

To the Friend of mankind;

I can ask for his mercy no more.

Now, no tongue can declare
The keen torment I bear,

While no end of my troubles I fee;
Only Adam could tell,

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:

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And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain

My loft Eden of Jesus's love!

Tell me, Lord, shall I rife
To my firft paradise ?

Ever come my Redeemer to fee?
Yet I feel a faint hope,

That at laft he will stoop,
And his pity will bring him to me.

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HYMN CCXLIII.

OW fhall a loft finner, in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a fecond release?
Will mercy itself be fo kind

To fpare fuch a rebel as me?
And, O! can I poffibly find

• 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,
And ranfom my foul from the grave:

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,
To comfort a mourner, appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole :