t with omnipotence and grace,
1 glory decks the Samison's face.

scending on his accre throde,
claims the kingdoms as bie tam :
e kingdoms all obey his word,
id hail him their triumphant Lori.

out all the people of the sky,
nd all the saints of the Most High:
ur God who now his right obtaine,
or ever and for ever reigna.

HYMN CXXI.

The promised Land.

C. M.

FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

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There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's aint se ray;
But gory from the arthrone
Spreads everlasting a

5. Prepare us, Lori, v grace divine
For thy bright courts in 12h;
Then bid our sports use and join
The chorus of the si.

Death and immutiute Glory.

1 THERE is a house not made with bands, Eternal and on high:

And here my spirit waiting staTÖS
Till God shall bid it fx.

2 Shortly this prison of my clar
Must be dissolv'd, and fall:
Then, O my soul, with joy ober
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

3 "Tis he, by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heav'n;
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv'n.

lk by faith of joys to come;
"ves upon his word :

But while the body is our home
We're absent from the Lord.

Tis pleasant to believe thy grace;
But we had rather see:

We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

HYMN CXXIII.

The grateful Christian.

L. M.

GOD of my life, through all my days My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise;

The song shall wake with op'ning light,
And warble to the silent night.

When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast;
Thy tuneful praise I'll raise on high,
And check the murmur and the sigh.

; When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all the pow'rs of language fail; Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

But Oh! when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to flesh no more;

With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains
Which echo through the heav'nly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs near thy throne.

HYMN CXXIV.

C. M.

A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.
1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea divides
This heav'nly land from ours.

3 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

4

could we make our doubts remove, e gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

1) FOR a sweet inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. 2 Then, low before his glorious throne Adoring saints and angels fall, And with delightful worship own

His smile their bliss,their heav'n, their all. 3 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture while they gaze: Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise.

4 There all the ransom'd of the Lamb Shall join at last the heav'nly choir;

O may the joy-inspiring theme

Awake our faith and warm desire.