Mount, their transports to improve;
Join the longing choir above;
Swiftly to their wish be given;
Kindle higher joy in heaven.-
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes;
Such the glorious vista, Faith
Opens through the shades of death.

"TO KNOW THE LOVE OF CHRIST, WHICH PASSETH

KNOWLEDGE."

HAPPINESS! thou lovely name,

Where's thy seat? O tell me where !
Learning, pleasure, wealth and fame,
All cry out, It is not here.'
Not the wisdom of the wise,
Can inform me where it lies;
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.

Object of my first desire,

Jesus! crucified for me,

All to happiness aspire,

Only to be found in Thee!
Thee to praise and Thee to know,

Constitute our bliss below;

Thee to see, and Thee to love,

Constitute our bliss above.

Lord! it is not life to live,

If Thy presence Thou deny. Lord! if Thou thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death to die. Source and Giver of repose, Singly from Thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are Thine,

Mine they are, if Thou art mine.

Whilst I feel Thy love to me,

Every object teems with joy: Here, O may I walk with Thee, Then into Thy presence die! Let me but Thyself possess, Total sum of happiness!

Real bliss I then shall prove,

Heaven below, and heaven above.

LET THIS MIND BE IN YOU, WHICH WAS IN CHRIST JESUS."

LORD, I feel a carnal mind,
That hangs about me still,
Vainly though I strive to bind

My own rebellious will:—

Is not haughtiness of heart

The gulf between my God and me? Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Fain would I my Lord pursue,

Be all my Saviour taught;

Do as Jesus bids me do,

And think as Jesus thought:

But 'tis Thou must change the heart,

The perfect gift must come from Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Lord, I cannot, must not rest,
Till I Thy mind obtain,
Chase presumption from my breast,
And all Thy mildness gain!
Give me, Lord, thy gentle heart,

Thy lowly mind my portion be
Meek Redeemer, now impart
Thine own humility.

Let Thy cross my will control,
Confirm me to my Guide;
In Thine image mould my soul,
And crucify my pride:

Give me, Lord, a contrite heart,

A heart that always looks to Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Tear away my every boast,
My stubborn mind abase;
Saviour! fix my only trust

In Thy redeeming grace :
Give me a submissive heart,

From pride and self-dependence free;

Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.