2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace! And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love cannot cease! Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory my home. Home, &c. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee, Though now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. Home, &c. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Home, &c. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace, The spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face; Supply me with patience to wait at thy throne, And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. Home, &c. 6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine, And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Receive me, dear Savior, to glory my home. 120 121 HA C. M. ARK! listen to the trumpeters, On Zion's bright and holy mount, 2 Their horses white, their armor bright, 9 They follow their great General, His garments stain'd in his own blood, 4 The trumpets sound, the armies shout, They drive the hosts of hell: How dreadful is our God t' adore, 5 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, And march with us to Canaan's land, 6 Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold, 7 In fiery chariots we shall rise, 22 P. M. Gazing on the Cross. WEET the moments, rich in blessing, Life and health and peace possessing Here I'll sit, forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Here it is I find my heaven, May I still enjoy this feeling, In all need to Jesus go; Prove his blood each day more healing; RISE and shine O Zion fair, Thy glorious conqu'ring King is near, The trumpet's thund'ring thro' the sky The day of wonders now is nigh, The year of Jubilee. 2 Arise ye nations under ground, Before the judge appear; All tongues, all languages shall come, King Jesus on his azure throne, 3 The glorious news of gospel grace The watchmen have all left their walls, 4 Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord, Above the clouds behold him stand, 5 To see a pilgrim as he dies, To heaven he lifts his longing eyes, While friends stand weeping all around, He shouts with his expiring breath, 6 O Christians! are you ready now, On Canaan's happy shore behold, 124 And see a smiling God? The dazzling charms of that bright world, My tongue shall shout redeeming grace, P. M. Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd Many by thy grace are saved, O wilt thou vouchsafe thine aid! 2 Lord remove this grievous blindness, Straight he saw, and drawn by kindness, 3 Now methinks I hear him praising, 4 O that all the blind but knew him, 125 CA P. M. The way to Heaven. ALL'D to a sense of duty, And for the sake of Jesus, My former vain enjoyments, Of pleasure, pride, and gain; |