2 He view'd me from the courts on high.
And saw my soul in ruin lie,

And look'd on me with pitying eye,
And said to me, as he pass'd by,

With God you have no union.'

3 Then I began to mourn and ery;
To look this way and that, to fly;
It griev'd me so that I must die;-
I strove relief from guilt to buy,
But still I had no union.

4 At length the Saviour took me in,
And in the fountain wash'd me clean,
And caus'd me to forsake my sin;
And, O! wha' seasons I have seen
With Christ and saints in union!

5 I prais'd the Lord, both night and day;
I went from house to house to pray;
And if I met one on the way,
It fill'd my soul a word to say
About this heavenly union.

6 I wonder why old saints don't sing,
And praise the Lord upon the wing,
And make the heavenly arches ring
With loud hosannas to their King,

Who brought their souls to union.
7 O come, backsliders, come away,
And mind to do as well as say,
And learn to watch as well as pray,
And bear the cross from day to day,
And then you'll feel this union.

8 We soon shall break all nature's ties,
On wings of love our souls shall rise,
And shout salvation through the skies,
And gain the crown, and win the prize,
And sing in endless union.

81. 6. 6.9. Wesley's Coll.
Christians rejoicing in Fellowship.
OME away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,

And rejoice in the day thou wast born;
On this festival day,

Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.

2 We have laid up our love
And our treasure above,

Though our bodies continue below;
The redeem'd of the Lord,
We remember his word,
And, with singing, to paradise go..

3 With singing we praise
The original grace,

By our heavenly Father bestow'd;
Our being receive

From his bounty, and live

To the honour and glory of God.

4 For thy glory, we are

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Created to share

Both the nature and kingdom divine!
Created again,

That our souls may remain

In time and eternity thine.

With thanks we approve

The design of thy love,

Which hath join'd us in Jesus's name; So united in heart,

That we never can part,

Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.

There, there at his feet,

We shall suddenly meet,

And be parted in body no more!

We shall sing of his love,

In the regions above.

And our Saviour in glory adore.

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Hallelujah we'll sing,

To our Father and King,

And his rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain,
Hallelujah again,

Sing all heaven and fall at his feet.

In assurance of hope,

We to Jesus look up,

Till his banner unfurl'd in the air;
From our graves we shall see,
And cry out, it is He!

And fly up to acknowledge him there.

82. 6. 6.9. Anon.

Union with Christ, the Source of Joy.

HOW happy are they

Who the Saviour obey,

And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express

The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love.

That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favour divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,

What a joy I receiv'd!

What a heaven in Jesus's name!

"Twas a heaven below,

My Redeemer to know,

And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Saviour of sinners adore.

4 Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song;

O! that all his salvation could see!
He hath lov'd me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.

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On the wings of his love

I was carried above

All the fear of temptation and pain;
I could not believe

That I ever should grieve,

That I ever should suffer again.

O the rapturous height.

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of the Saviour possess'd,

I was perfectly bless'd,
Overwhelm'd with the goodness of God.

7 What a mercy is this!
What a heaven of bliss!
How unspeakably happy am I!
Gather'd into the fold,

With believers enroll'd,
With believers to live and to die.

8 Now my remnant of days,
Would I spend to his praise

Who has died my poor soul to redeem;
Whether many or few,

All my years are his due;

May they all be devoted to Him.

83. P. M.

God, the Refuge of the Church.

OD is our refuge in distress,

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when

"In Him undaunted I'll confide,

press;

"Though earth were from her centre toss'd, "And mountains in the ocean lost,

"Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide."

2 'Midst desolations of the earth, He only means to try my faith,

H.s streams refresh my fainting soul: He in the midst of Zion dwells, Performs his work-Himself conceals; But makes the wounded spirit whole.

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3 The heathen rag'd, the kingdoms mov'd,
But Go protects whom once he lov'd,
And lifts his feeble ones on high:
The Lord of hosts is with us now,
Let sinners fear, let rebels bow,

And yield to Christ the Lord, or die.
4 Be still, and know that 1 am God,'
And when I lift my chastening rod,
Exalted through the world I'll be;
Then wars shall cease at my command,-
My church, protected by my hand,
Shall find her refuge still in me.

5 O Lord of hosts, my dwelling place,
Refresh ine by the streams of grace
From Christ the Saviour's wounded side;
Let me but know that thou art mine,

And I to thee will all resign,

And ever in thy truth confide."

84. P. M. Wesley's Coll.

Thine anger is turned away.' Isa. xii. 1.

LORD, and is thine anger gone,

And art thou pacified?

After all that I have done,
Dost thou no longer chide?
Infinite thy mercies are,

Beneath their weight I cannot move;
O'tis more than I can bear,

The sense of pard'ning love!

2 Let it still my heart constrain, And all my passions sway; Keep me, lest I turn again

Out of the narrow way;

Force my violence to be still,

And captivate my every thought; Charm, and melt and change my will, And bring me down to nought.