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7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul,
Would here no longer stay!

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

8 There on those high and flowery plains,
Our spirits ne'er shall tire;
But in perpetual joyful strains,
Redeeming love admire.

HYMN 403. L. M. [487]

WE'VE no abiding city here,

We seek a land beyond our sight; Zion its name the Lord is there; It shines with everlasting light. 2 O, sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee-and be at rest.

3 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time thy God appoints is best:

While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.

HYMN 404. C. M.

WHEN floating on life's troubled sea,
By storms and tempests driven,
Hope, with her radiant finger, points
To brighter scenes in heaven.

2 She bids the storms of life to cease,
The troubled breast be calm;
And in the wounded heart she pours
Religion's healing balm.

3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours, Of sadness and of gloom;

She guides us through this vale of tears,
To joys beyond the tomb.

4 And when our fleeting days are o'er,
And life's last hour draws near,
With still unwearied wing she hastes
To wipe the falling tear.

5 She bids the anguished heart rejoice :
Though earthly ties are riven,
We still may hope to meet again,
In yonder peaceful heaven.

HYMN 405. L. M.

WHILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scenes on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.

2 Come, ye angelic guardians, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own.
3 The blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at his feet;

Rais'd in his arms to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace.
4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I'll wait thy signal for my flight;
For while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

HYMN 406. C. M. [833]

GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
And pour'd out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came: They with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

HYMN 407. C. M. [352]

WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell,
Where saints his name confess?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with pious hands;
Who on his Maker's promise stays,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the thing his heart conceives, Nor slanders with his tongue;

An ill report he scarce believes,
Nor does his neighbor wrong.

4 No wealthy sinner he reveres ;
Loves all who fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands a golden bribe repel,

And never gripe the poor:

This man with God on earth shall dwell, And find his heav'n secure.

HYMN 408. L. M. [487]

ARISE my soul! on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;

Remove the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity!

2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,
While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well
As not to long with God to dwell?

4 To dwell with God! to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
The glorious expectation now,
Is heavenly bliss begun below.

HYMN 409. C. M. [280]

COURAGE, my soul, thy bitter cross,
In every trial here,

Shall bear thee to thy heaven above,
But shall not enter there.
The sighing ones that humbly seek
In sorrowing paths below,
Shall in eternity rejoice,

Where endless comforts flow,

2 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er, Of sublunary care,

And life's dull vanities no more

This anxious breast ensnare.
Courage, my soul, on God rely,
Deliv'rance soon will come;
A thousand ways has Providence
To bring believers home.

3 Ere first I drew this vital breath,
From nature's prison free,

Crosses in number, measure, weight,
Were written, Lord, for me:

But thou, my shepherd, friend and guide,
Hast led me kindly on,

Taught me to rest my fainting head
On Christ, the corner stone.

HYMN 410. C. P. M. [281]

HOW happy is the pilgrims lot;
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 This happiness in part is mine,
Already sav'd from low design,
From every creature love!
Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,
And seeks the things above.

3 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;

I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

4 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home:
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;
I come to meet thee in the skies;
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

HYMN 411. 7s.

WHO are these in bright array?
This innumerable throng,

Round the altar night and day

Tuning their triumphant song?

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