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Matter, eternity to fill

With ever growing praise.
6 It is the Lord, my cov'nant God,

Thrice blessed be his name,
Whose gracious promise, seald with blood,

Must ever be the same.
7 His cov'nant will my soul dcfend,

Should nature's self expire ;
And the great Judge of all descend

In awful flames of fire.
8 And can my soul, with hopes like these,

Be sullen or repine?
No-let the Lord take what he please ;
To him I all resign!

535. 8. 7. Lee. Resurrection of the Body....1 Thes. iv. 16, 17. 1 EE the Captain of salvation, Leads his armies

up

the sky: Rise above the conflagration,

Leave the world to burn and die, 2 Lo! I see the fair immortals

Enter to the blissful seats ;
Glory opens wide her portals,

And the Saviour's train admits. 3 All the chosen of the Father,

All for whom the Lamb was slain,
All the church appear together,

Wash'd from ev'ry sinful stain. [4 There is found no vacant station,

Nor a single throne unfill'd;
All enjoy the same salvation,

Whom he lov'd, and bought, and seal'd.) 5 His dear smiles the place enlighten,

More than thousand suns could do ;
All around his presence brighten,

Changeless, yet forever newe

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6 Countless millions, sons of heaven,

Praise the Triune Deity :
Hymns of worship and thanksgiving

Echo thro'immensity.
Blessed state ! beyond conception !

Who its vast delights can'tell?
May it be my blissful portion,

With my Saviour there to dwell!

WHAT cheering

536. S. M. Kent. It shall be well with the Righteous.... Isa. iii. 104 1

HAT cheering words are these?
Their sweetness who

can

tell ? In time and to eternity,

'Tis with the righteous well.
2 In ev'ry state secure,

Kept by Jehovah's eye,
?Tis well with them while life endures,

And well when call'd to die.
'Tis well when joys arise,

'Tis well when sorrows flow ;
'Tis well when darkness veils the skies,

And strong temptations blow.
[4 'Tis well when on the mount

They feast on dying love ;
And 'tis as well in God's account,

When they the furnace prove.]
5

'Tis well when at his throne,

They wrestle, weep, and pray,
'Tis well when at his feet they groar,

Yet bring their wants away.
6 'Tis well when Jesus calls,

From earth and sin, arise,
Join with the host of virgin souls,

Made to salvation wise.

537. L. M. Gibbons.

Rising to God.... Eccl. xii. 7.
NOW

OW let our souls, on wings sublime,

Rise from the vanities of time ;
Draw back the parting veil, and see

The glories of eternity:
2 Born by a new celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,

So near to heav'n's eternal joys?
3 Should aught beguile us on the road,

When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,

And dying, is but going home. 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,

That sets our longing souls at large ;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,

And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,

Is the full heav'n enjoy'd above:
And the sweet expectation now,
Is the young daun of heav'n below.

538. C. M. Gibrons. Inquiring the road to Zion....Psalm lxxxiv. 7. 1 TF I have, Lord, ne'er yet begun IF

To tread the heav'nly road,
O teach my wand'ring feet the way

To Zion's blest abode !
2. Or, if I'm trav'lling in the path,

Assist me with thy strength,
And let me swift advances make,

And reach thine heav'n at length! 3 3 My care, my hope, my first request,

Are all compris'd in this,
To follow where thy saints have led,

And then partake their bliss.

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539. C. M. Dobell.
Road to Heaven and Hell....Matt. vii. 13, 14,
1 SINNERS, behold that downward road,

Which
What multitudes of thoughtless souls

Down to perdition go!
2 But yonder see that narrow way,

Which leads to endless bliss ;
There see a happy, chosen few,

Redeem'd by soy'reign grace.
3. They from destruction's city came,

To Zion upward tend :
The bible is their precious map,

And God himself their friend.
4. Lord, I would now a pilgrim be-

Guide thou my feet aright ;
I would not, for ten thousand worlds,

Be banish'd from thy sight. 5 'Tis happiness to see thy face ;

I long to dwell above;
To feast on thy unbounded stores,
And sing, and praise, and love.

540. L. M. Dobell.

Sabbath Morning 1 COME, dearest Lord, and

bless this day, Come bear our thoughts from earth away: Now let our noblest passions rise

With ardor to their native skies. 2 Come, holy Spirit, all divine,

With rays of light upon us shine ;
And let our waiting souls be blest

On this sweet day of sacred rest.
3 Then when our sabbaths here are o'er,

And we arrive on Canaan's shore,
With all the ransom'd we shall spend
A sabbath which shall never end.

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541. C. M. De Courcy's Col.

Sabbath Morning. 1 OME, let us join in sweet accord In hymns around the throne

; This is the day our rising Lord

Hath made and call'd his own. 2 This is the day which God hath blest,

The brightest of the sey'n ; Type of that everlasting rest,

The saints enjoy in heav'n.

542. C. M. De Courcy's Col. altered.

Sabbath Morning
1
THE
'HE Lord of sabbaths let us praise,

In concert with the blest;
And in most sweet, harmonious lays,

Employ this day of rest.
2 O may we still remember thee,

And more in knowledge grow; And may we more of glory see,

While waiting here below.
3 On this sweet day a brighter scene

Of glory was display'd,
By God th' eternal Word, than when

This universe was made.
4. He rises, who our souls hath bought

With blood, and grief, and pain ; 'Twas great to speak the world from nought 'Twas greater to redeem.

543. C. M. Berridge. Sabbath Morning.... Psalm cxviii. 24. ON

N this sweet morn my

Triumphant o'er the grave!
He dies to vanquish all my foes,

And lives again to save.
[2 I bless the Lord, and hail the morn,

It is my Lord's own day; ;

1

Lord arose,

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