With the prophet we soar to the heavenly shore, And outfly the arrows of death.

3 By faith we are come to our permanent home:

By hope we the rapture improve:

By love we still rise and look down on the skies, For the heaven of heavens is love.

4 Who on earth can conceive how happy we live,

In the palace of God, the great King?

What a concert of praise, when our Jesus' grace

The whole heavenly company sing!

5 What a rapturous song, when the glorified throng

In the spirit of harmony join:

Join all the glad choirs, hearts, voices, and lyres,

And the burden is, "mercy divine!"

HYMN 345. s. [471]

FOR a season called to part,
Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever present Friend.

2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer:
Tender Shepherd of thy sheep,
Let thy mercy and thy care

All our souls in safety keep.

3 In thy strength may we be strong:
Sweeten every cross and pain;

And our wasting lives prolong,
Till we meet on earth again.

HYMN 346. L. M.

WHEN those who feared the Lord of old,
Met oft and spake with one accord,
A book was written, and enrolled

Their faithful names before the Lord.

2 They shall be mine, Jehovah said,
And as a signet on my hand,
A crown of glory for my head,
Among my chosen jewels stand.
3 And I will spare them in that day,
E'en as a father spares his son,
When all the proud are swept away,
The wicked, root and branch, undone.

4 Then shall my righteousness be shown,
Then, by their good or evil lot,
The sinner and the saint be known,

Who served the Lord,-who served him not.

5 Lord, we are taught thy name to fear;
O may we tremble to offend:

Lord, we are taught to serve thee here,
May we be faithful to the end.

HYMN 347. S. M.

LIKE Noah's weary dove,
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting-place above
The cheerless waters found;

2 O cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam:
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the Ark of God,

Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
4 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

5 And when the waves of ire
Again the earth shall fill,
The Ark shall ride the sea of fire-
Then rest on Zion's hill.

CHRISTIAN PERFECTION.

HYMN 348. 8s. & 7s. [188]

LOVE divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven to earth come down;
Fix us in thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit, Into every troubled breast!

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find that second rest.

Take away our bent to sinning.
Alpha and Omega be,

End of faith as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

3 Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive,
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more thy temples leave:
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.
4 Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee:
Chang'd from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise!

HYMN 349. L. M. [189]
O JESUS, full of truth and grace,
O all-atoning Lamb of God,
I wait to see thy lovely face,

I seek redemption in thy blood!

2 Now in thy strength I strive with thee, My friend and advocate with God; Give me the glorious liberty,

Grant me the purchase of thy blood. 3 Thou art the anchor of my hope, The faithful promise I receive; Surely thy death shall raise me up, For thou hast died that I might live. 4 Satan with all his arts, no more Me from the Gospel hope can move; I shall receive the gracious power, And find the pearl of perfect love. 5 My flesh which cries " it cannot be," Shall silence keep before the Lord;

And earth, and hell, and sin shall flee
At Jesus' everlasting word.

HYMN 350. L. M.

COME, Saviour, Jesus, from above
Assist me with thy heavenly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.
2 O, let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free:
Which pants to have no other will,
But night and day to feast on thee.
3 While in this region here below,
No other good will I pursue;
I'll bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glittering snares, adieu.
4 That path with humble speed I'll seek,
In which my Saviour's footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I speak,

Of any other love but thine.

5 Henceforth may no profane delight,
Divide this consecrated soul;

Possess it, thou, who hast the right,
As Lord and Master of the whole.

6 Nothing on earth do I desire,
But thy pure love within my breast;
This, only this, will I require,

And freely give up all the rest.

HYMN 351. C. M. [190]

O FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!

A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me.

2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;