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4 And whilst upon my restless bed,
Amongst the shades 1 roll,
"Tis morning with my soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode;
But they are not my God.
If once compared to thee!
Or all my friends to me?
And call’d the stars my own, Without thy graces, and thyself,
I were'a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore; Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.
129. S. M. Watts. God all, and in all. Psalm lxxii. 25 My ,
To thee; to thee, I call, I cannot live if thou remove,
For thou art All in All. 2 The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there. 3 Not all the harps above
Can make a heavenly place If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face: 4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.
5 Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleasures roll,
And centre of my soul. 6 To thee my spirits fly
With infinite desire,-
Dear Jesus, raise me higher!
130. C. M. Steele.
The Christian's prospect. HAPPY the soul whose
wishes climb He looks on all the joys of time,
With undesiring eyes. 2 In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms,
And throws her silken chain; And wealth, and fame, invite his arms,
And tempt his ears in vain.
A beam of sacred light
All permanent and bright.
Those blissful scenes on high Shall Aourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die. 5 0 were those heavenly prospects mine,
Those pleasures could I prove, Earth's fleeting joys I would resign, And raise my hopes above.
131. L. M. Steele. The worship of Heaven. John xvii.. 0
FOR a sweet, inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesuis reigns!
2 There, low, before his glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;
His smile their bliss, their heaven their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head;
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze ;
Resound his everlasting praise.
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
Awake our faith, and warm desire! 6 Dear Saviour! let thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place!
132. C. M. Watts. The saints glorified. Rev. vii. 13, &c. 'T THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine
• Whence all their white array ? How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?'
On fiery wheels they rode,
In Jesus' dying blood.
And bow before his throne;
Adore the Holy One.
Amongst his saints reside,
Sees all their wants supplied.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
Shall be their sweet repast.
Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away All sorrows from their eyes.
133. C. M. Watts. Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10
are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace, No wanton lips, nor envious eye
Can see, or taste the bliss.
Pollution, sin and shame;
But followers of the Lamb.
There all their names are found, The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavenly ground.
134. C. M. Watts.
The beatific sight of Christ. FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise
, Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my soul,
Shall death itself outbrave, Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
In heaven's unmeasur'd space,
4 Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless
I'll adore The glories of thy love. 5 Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring; And thousand tastes of new delight
From all thy graces spring.
Up to thy bless'd abode,
135. L. M. Rippon's Selection.
The Christian rising to God.
OW let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.
Why should we grovel here on earth ?
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
When we are walking back to God?
And dying is but going home. 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large, Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoy'd above;