1 HEAVEN is a place of rest from sin, But all who hope to enter there, Must here that holy course begin, Which shall their souls for rest prepare.
2 Clean hearts, O God, in us create, Right spirits, Lord, in us renew; Commence we now that higher state, Now do thy will as angels do.
3 In Jesus' footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of his love; And be from grace to glory led,
From heaven below to heaven above.
The Pope of Heaven our Support.
1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all-
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
1 HEAVENLY Father, sovereign Lord,
Ever faithful to thy word,
We have felt thy mercy too;
We, O Lord! have found thee true! See, these barren souls of ours
Bloom, and put forth fruits and flowers, Flowers of Eden, fruits of grace, Peace and joy and righteousness.
2 Hark! the wastes have found a voice, Lonely deserts now rejoice! Gladsome hallelujahs sing; All around with praises ring!
Blind we were, but now we see: Deaf; we hearken now to thee: Dumb; for thee our tongues employ:
Lame; and lo! we leap for joy.
3 Faint we were, and parched with drought,
Water, at thy word, gushed out: Streams of grace our thirst repress Starting from the wilderness.
Still we long thy grace to know Here, forever, let it flow; Lead us in the way of peace, In the path of righteousness.
4 There the simple cannot stray; Babes, though blind, may find the way, Find, nor ever thence depart,
Safe in lowliness of heart;
Far from fear, from danger far; No devouring beast is there; There the humble walks secure, God hath made his footsteps sure.
5 Come, and all our sorrows chase, Wipe the tears from every face; Gladness let us now obtain, Partners of thine endless reign. Death, the latest foe, destroy; Sorrow then shall yield to joy; Gloomy grief shall flee away, Swallowed up in endless day.
Religion Expressed in Life.
1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour, God, When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride, While justice, temperance, truth, and love, Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord, And faith stands leaning on his word.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross? A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease?
Whilst others fought to win the prize, And sailed through stormy seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must not I stem the flood?
Is this low world a friend to grace, To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die; They view the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye.
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