While the blissful seats of heav'n HYMN 27. C. M. At the meeting of Friends. WELL ELL met dear friends, in Jesus' name, While we our Saviour's praise proclaim, 2 But O! dear Jesus, Lamb of God, To warm our hearts with love. 3 In vain, dear Saviour, here we meet, Thy presence makes a heav'n most sweet 4 A dungeon shews a heav'nly dawn, 5 Then O! dear Jesus, condescend 6 That at the close, each one may say, HYMN 28. C. M. At parting of Friends. LORD, when together here we meet, And taste thy heav'nly grace; Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, 2 But Father, since it is thy will, 3 And let us all in Christ be one, 4 There void of all distracting pains, 3 All sin and sorrow from each heart, Nor shall a thought that we must part, And thus to all eternity, Upon the heav'nly shore, The great mysterious one in three, Jehovah we'll adore. HYMN 29. C. M. Another. NUpon the sacred road; TOW, Lord, though we must part awhile, D Yet let thy face upon us smile, 2 And if again on earth we meet, 3 This, only this, we humbly crave, Communion on the road. may 4 For since our fellowship below, have 5 And Lord, let this excite us on, Celestial dove, our souls inspire, Till we shall meet that glorious choir, HYMN 30. L. M. Advice to youth, from Eccl. xii. "OW is the time, O lovely youth, N To think on your creator God; Attend the words of sacred truth, 2 This is the only way to find The way to store your youthful mind 3 But if you foolishly delay, And hearken to the tempter's breath, To walk in the destructive way, 'Till age comes on, or sudden death→→→→ 4 O think what dreadful risk you run- And plung'd where endless sorrows roll. 5 Behold the wretch advanc'd in years, 6 Lo still upon the horrid brink 7 Young sinners then a warning take, And take th' advice of sacred truth. HYMN 31. L. M. A Hymn on the preciousness of CHRIST. THE HE name of Christ how sweet it sounds, How good, how excellently good Is the dear name of Jesus' blood. 2 What makes it so to me, is this, All that's in Christ my portion is; I'm his and shall forever be, 3 O! what a great estate have I, I'm rich, the Lamb hath made me so, 4 O law I dread thy threats no more, 5 The promises I glad look o'er, 6 What did my Saviour at his death, 7 His new eternal testament I read, and much sweet time is spent, 8 My dear testator will I bless, 9 His sacred name I'll still adore, 10 O! the vast debt of love I owe, So let my praise to thee be found. L. |