Our feet no more diverted,
Shall walk the streets of gold;
Our ears shall hear, with transport,
The hosts celestial sing,
Our tongues shall chant the praises
Of our immortal King.
The Love of Christ unspeakable.
ESUS, thy boundless love to me,
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to thee!
And reign without a rival there ;-
Thine, wholly thine, O may I be,
In time, and in eternity!
2 O Love! how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies;
All care and sorrow melt away,
Whene'er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may
I see,
Nothing desire or seek but thee!
3 O that I, as a little child,
May follow thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly thou hast breath'd thy mild
And lovely image in my breast!
Unite my trembling soul to thee,
And may we never parted be.
4 Still let thy love point out my way,
Direct my work, inspire my thought;
Nor let me ever go astray-
Secure the soul thy love hath bought;
In death as life, be thou my guide,
And save me who for me hast died.
I would not live alway. Job vii. 16.
WOULD not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin;
Temptation without, and corruption within;
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.
I would not live alway, no-welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its gloom;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bids me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Ah! who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:
4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!
116. 8. 6. Harrison.
The Exercises of several Graces.
AYS Faith, look yonder! see the crown
Laid up in heaven above;
Says Hope, ere long it shall be mine,—
I long to wear it, says Love:
Desire says, what! is there my crown?
Then to that place I'll flee,
I cannot bear a longer stay,
My rest I fain would see.
2 But stay, says Patience, wait awhile,
The crown's for them that fight-
The prize for those who run the race
By faith, and not by sight:
Thus Faith doth take a pleasing view,
Hope waits-love soars and sings;
Desire, she flutters to be gone,
But patience clips her wings.
117. 11's. Christian Lyre.
The Saint's Sweet Home.
N alien from God, and a stranger to grace,
A wander'd through earth, its gay pleasures to
In the pathway of sin I continued to roam,
Unmindful, alas! that it led me from home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
2 The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade away,
They bloom for a season, but soon they decay;
But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given,
Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
The saints in those mansions are ever at home. 3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms! The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms;At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room, And there would I feast with his children at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O when shall I share the fruition of home!
4 The days of my exile are passing away,
The time is approaching, when Jesus will say,
Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,
And dwell in my presence for ever at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
O then I shall rest with my Saviour, at home.
5 Affliction, and sorrow, and death, shall be o'er,
The saints shall unite to be parted no more;
Their loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
They dwell with the Saviour for ever at home
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
They dwell with the Saviour for ever at home.
118. Anon.
Longing to meet Jesus.
JESUS, thou odoriferous name!
The heavenly choir's transporting theme,
The object of transcendant love,
In and by whom all creatures move,-
Grant me perpetual smiles, whilst I
Struck by glory,
Fall before thee,
Holy holy, holy, cry.
2 When I shall quit this house of clay,
Glorious angels shall convey,
Upon their golden wings shall I
Be wafted far above the sky;
There to behold him free from harms;
Beauties vernal,
In my lovely Saviour's arms.
3 What hath the world to equal this?
The solid joys of heavenly bliss;
The joys immortal-love divine;
The love of Jesus ever mine;
For greater joys I'm bound to know,
From terrestrial,
To celestial,
When I up to Jesus go:
4 There, in sweet, silent raptures wait,
Till the saints' glory is complete;
Till the last trump of God shall sound,
Break up
the graves and tear the ground,
And then, descending with the Lamb,
Every spirit
Bodies of immortal frame.
5 O tiresome world-when will it end? When shall I see my heavenly Friend? When will the lovely Saviour come, And take his weary pilgrim home? When shall I meet him in the sky, There adore him,
Welcome, welcome, welcome, cry?
119. 8. 6. Broaddus's Collection.
The bliss of the Christian's state.
HOW happy's every child of grace,
That feels his sins forgiven!
This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven;—
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, O, by faith I see-
The land of rest, the saint's delight,
A heaven prepar'd for me!
2 A stranger in this world below,
I only sojourn here;
Nor can its happiness or woe,
Provoke my hope or fear;
Its evils in a moment end-
Its joys as soon are past;
But, O! the bliss to which I tend,
Eternally shall last.
3 To that Jerusalem above,
With singing I repair;
While in this vale, by hope and love
My ravish'd soul is there-
There my exalted Saviour stands,
My merciful High Priest,
And still extends his wounded hands,
To take me to his breast.
4 What is there here to court my stay
Or keep me back from home,
When angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come?
Shall I regret to leave my friends
Here in this vale confin'd?
To Christ the Lord my soul ascends-
Farewell to all behind!
5 0 what a blessed hope is ours,
While here on earth we stay!
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day;
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