58. Vain world, adieu. 1 When for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are clear, And faith in lively exercise, The soul for joy then claps her Vain world, adieu. 2 With cheerful hope her eyes Celestial prospects bright ap pear. To sound her ground my faith now springs, And to her Author thus she sings "Thy will be done." 2 As bearing up to gain the port, A blood stain'd cross and heaven in view, Again for joy she claps her 3 wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, Vain world, adieu. 3 The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her powers expand: With steady helm, and free bent sail, Her anchor drops within the vail : A Savior's wounds my harborfort The beacon-to my vessel true; Again my faith her soundings trics, And to my soul's sure Pilot cries, "A blessed Hope." Now as the blissful shore draws near, With transport I behold the place, Where dwells my friend, my Savior dear, And long with joy to see his face. Once more my faith now tries her ground, And thus re-echoes back the sound, "Christ is my rock." Again for joy she claps her 4 When to her birth my bark wings, And her celestial sonnet sings, 59. Soundings. 1 To Heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales, My bark by grace doth safely steer, And going under gospel sails, draws nigh, And I have done with sails 60. How happy are they. 1 How happy are they, Who the Savior obey, And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love! My soul mounted higher And the moon it was under my 7 O the rapturous height Which I felt in the life-giving Of my Savior possest, I was perfectly blest, As if filled with the fulness of 8 Ah! where am I now! I am brought into thrall; I am banished from Jesus's 9 Hardly yet do I knew, 10 But I felt it too soon, That my Savior was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast |