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4 And whilst upon my restless bed, Amongst the shades I roll,
If my Redeemer shows his head, "Tis morning with my soul.]
5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends,
6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
7 Were I possessor of the earth,
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
God, life, love,
To thee; to thee, I call,
I cannot live if thou remove,
2 The smilings of thy face,
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,
5 Thou art the sea of love,
6 To thee my spirits fly
130. C. M. Steele.
The Christian's prospect.
HAPPY the soul whose wishes climb
To mansions in the skies!
He looks on all the joys of time,
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.
3 To things unseen by mortal eyes,
4 His hopes are fixt on joys to come;
50 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.
FOR a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns!
2 There, low, before his glorious throne,
And, with delightful worship, own
5 There all the favourites of the Lamb
132. C. M. Watts.
The saints glorified. Rev. vii. 13, &c.
THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine
'How came they to the happy seats 'Of everlasting day?'
2 From torturing pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,
4 The unveil'd glories of his face,
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
The fruit of life's immortal tree
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock,
133. C. M.
Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10
URE are the joys above the sky,
2 Those holy gates for ever bar
3 He keeps the Father's book of life,
134. C. M. Watts.
The beatific sight of Christ.
FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise
Beyond the limits of the skies,
2 The holy triumphs of my soul, Shall death itself outbrave, Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
4 Millions of years my wondering eyes
5 Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine
6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul
135. L. M. Rippon's Selection. The Christian rising to God. OW let our souls, on wings sublime,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
2 Born by a new celestial birth,
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
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,