3 1 2 3 4. 5 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, With Jesus there my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll HYMN 244. c. M. Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. BLESS'D be the everlasting God, Be his abounding mercy prais'd; When from the dead he rais'd his Son, He gave our souls a lively hope What though our inbred sins require Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, There's an inheritance divine 'Tis incorrupted, undefil'd, Saints by the power of God are kept, We walk by faith as strangers here, 1 2 3 5 HYMN 245. c. M. "We walk by faith, not by sight.' THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal, and on high; And here my spirit waiting stands, Shortly this prison of my clay 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, We would be absent from the flesh, The joys of heaven unticipated. 1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, The soul, from sin for ever free, There all the followers of the Lamb And endless honours to his name Death easy in the prospect of heaven. So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. But timorous mortals start and shrink And linger trembling on the brink, O! could we make our doubts remove; And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes: Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 1 2 3 HYMN 248. c. M. The heavenly Canaan. FAR from these narrow scenes of night, And realms of infinite delight, Fair distant land! could mortal eyes How would our spirits long to rise, There pain and sickness never como, No cloud those blissful regions know, For sin, the source of mortal woe, 5 O may the heavenly prospect fire 6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, HYMN 249. c. M. The saints in glory. GIVE me the wings of faith to rise The saints above, how great their joys, 2 3 5 Once they were mourning here below, With sins, and doubts, and fears. I ask them whence their victory came; Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, Our glorious Leader claims our praise, HYMN 250. L. M. "These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." EXALTED high at God's right hand, These are the saints belov'd of God; Wash'd are their robes in Jesus' blood; Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame; In God they dwell, and on him rest. |