5 When gloomy death in dread array, Appears to call the saints away, Faith looks beyond the flood; And when the soul to march prepares, 403 Psalm cxxxviii, 5. S. M. 2 Now let our voices join To form a sacred song; How strait the path appears! How open and how fair! No lurking gins entrap our feet, 3 But flowers of paradise In rich profusion spring; The Sun of Glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing. 4 See Salem's golden spires In beauteous prospect rise; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle thro' the skies. 5 All honor to His name, Who marks the shining way! To Him who leads the wand'rers on, 404 HIGH Isa. lx. 18. IGHLY favor'd congregation, Why from this vain world redeemed. 2 Grounded on thy Saviour's merit, Blessed in His communion sweet, Destined Heaven to inherit, And the church above to meet: 3 Witness here, to all around Thee, 4 Evidence by word and action, 5 By love's closest bonds united, 6 Grant, Lord, to Thy congregation, 405 FAITH Eph. ii. 8. owes its birth to sov'reign grace, And lives beneath the throne; 8 7's C. M. There grace maintains her dwelling place, 2 Faith yields to grace the glory due, But owns all doctrines must be true, 3 Faith owns the sceptre through the cross, 4 To live upon His precious death The language of His dying breath, 5 Faith views Him dead upon the tree, And waits around the tomb, to see 6 Then to the mount of Olives go, 7 With tears of joy faith now believes TEACH me the measure of my days, I would survey life's narrow space, C. M. 2 A span is all that we can boast, 3 See the vain race of mortals move, They rage and strive, desire and love, 4 What should we wish or wait for then, 5 Now I'd forbid my carnal hope, 407 O John xix. 34. 2 Water and blood, in streams ran hence, 3 To place this wond'rous grace in view, In which Thou, Lord, wast buried too, L. M. 4 Thus sinners now, who die to sin, With Thee, are buried in Thy grave, And testify Thy love herein," Who bled, from sin and death to save. 5 And though their bodies turn to dust, This holy symbol doth assure, The resurrection of the just Shall lead to joys both bright and pure. 408 2 ON wings of faith mount up, my soul, and rise, View thine inheritance beyond the skies: Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell, What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell: There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns victorious. No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending In that blest country can admission gain; tear. There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns victorious. |