3 To me remains nor place nor time,
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
4 While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
5 Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote 1 call,
Secure of finding God in all.
63 Ps. LXXIII. 24.—“ Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterwards receive me
1 WHEN the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way:
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
2 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell for ever,-
Dwell on each immortal wire.
3 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way;
Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night, and cloud by day,-
While my triumphs
At my Leader's feet I lay.
4 And when mighty trumpets blown
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,
With the ransom'd,
Judge and Saviour, own my name!
64 PS. LXXXIV. 1.-"How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts."
1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of thy love,
Thy earthly temples are!
To thine abode
My heart aspires,
With warm desires
To see my God,
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear!
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there!
They praise thee still;
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill.
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears
Till each arrives at length,—
Till each in Heaven appears.
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet,
65 Ps. LXXXIV. 2.-" My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord.”
1 FOR thee we long and pray,
O blessed Sabbath morn!
And all the week we say,
O! when wilt thou return'
Come, come away,
Day of glad rest,
Of days the best,
Sweet Sabbath day!
2 Thou tellest us how Christ
Arose and left the tomb;
And all the week we say,
O! when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
3 Thou tellest us how we,
Like Him, shall leave the tomb:
And all the week we say,
O! when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
4 Thou tellest of a rest,
A peaceful happy home,
Where all the saints are blest:
O! when will Sabbath come?
Come, come away, &c.
66 Ps. LXXXIV. 7.-" They go from strength to strength; every one of them in Zion appeareth before God."
1 STILL in a world of sin and pain,
Far from our home, we meet again;
Dreary and long our course may be,
But oh, our God, it leads to thee;
Thou art the light by which we roam,-
Thou art our everlasting home.
2 Thy hand is still around to bless,
Thou dost not leave us comfortless;
Earth and its pain we still may feel,
But Thou art ever near to heal;
Still as our day our strength shall be,
For all our cares are borne by Thee.
3 Still, as time's changing current rolls,
Thy comforts, Lord, delight our souls;
Thy mighty arm to smooth our way,
Thy light to turn our night to day;
Onward with firmer steps we roam,
On to our everlasting home.
67 Ps. LXXXIV. 10.-" A day in Thy courts is better than a thousand."
1 WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.
68 Ps. LXXXVII. 7.—“ All my springs are in
BLISS beyond compare,
Which in Christ I share!
He's my only joy and treasure;
Tasteless is all worldly pleasure,
When in Christ I share
Bliss beyond compare.
2 Jesus is my joy,
Therefore, blest am I.
O! his mercy is unbounded,
All my hope on him is founded;
Jesus is my joy,
Therefore, blest am I.
3 When the Lord appears,
This my spirit cheers;
When, his love to me revealing,,
He, the Sun of Grace, with healing,
In his beams appears,-
This my Spirit cheers.
4 Then all grief is drown'd;
Pure delight is found.
Joy and peace in his salvation,
Heav'nly bliss and consolation.
Ev'ry grief is drown'd
Where such bliss is found.
69 Ps. xc. 2.—“ From everlasting to everlasting
1 How long sometimes a day appears,
And weeks, how long are they!
Months move as slow as if the years
Would never pass away!
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