2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;

Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of suff'ring paid.

5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quick'ning breath.

5 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,

Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from Thee!

ANTICIPATION OF DEATH.

35 (721).

C. M.

HERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;

And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy Heavenly Father's call.

3 'Tis He, by His almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has His own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon His word;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

466.

IT

T is not death to die-
To leave this weary road,

And 'mid the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

2 It is not death to close

The eye long dimm'd by tears,
And wake in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

3 It is not death to bear

S.M

The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.

4 It is not death to fling
Aside the sinful dust,

And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life!
Thy chosen cannot die;

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.

67.

468.

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N

O, no, it is not dying,
To go unto our God;
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward taking
Along the starry road.

2 No, no, it is not dying,
Heaven's citizen to be;
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.

3 No, no, it is not dying,

The Shepherd's voice to know;
His sheep He ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock He feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.

4 No, no, it is not dying

To wear a heavenly crown;
Among God's people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling

Of Him whose sway we own.

5 Oh, no, this is not dying,

Thou Saviour of mankind!
There streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here only drops we find.

ONE

NE sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er:
I'm nearer to my home to-day
Than e'er I've been before:

S. M.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be,

Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns,
Nearer the crystal sea.

3 Nearer the bound of life

Where burdens are laid down,
Nearer leaving the cross of grief,
Nearer gaining the crown.

4 But lying dark between,

And winding through the night, Flows on the deep and unknown stream, That leads me to the light.

5 Jesus, perfect my trust,

Strengthen my hand of faith,

And be Thou near me when I stand
Upon the shore of death.

469 (474).

'TIS sweet to rest in lively hope,

C. M

That when my change shall come,
Angels wil hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home!

2 There shall my disimprison'd soul
Behold Him and adore;

Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more:

3 Shall see Him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, His merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

= Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At His right hand be found.

These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me!
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee!

If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What_raptures must the church above,
In Jesus' presence know.

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T

gone;

10 Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be
Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne.

My Saviour, whom absent I love;
Whom not having seen, I adore :
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power

Dissolve Thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in Thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

When that happy era begins,

When array'd in Thy glories I shine,

Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline-

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