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227. L. M.
5. O happy, who are thus compellid To the rich feast by Jesus held ! Britain, thy blessings know, and prize The light which liberty supplies.
228. c. M.
1. With transport, Lord, we view the page
Where all thy mercies shine, And joy to tell the rising age What boundless grace is thine.
2. The world with all its shifting schemes,
Time with its fleeting hours, Life with its gay and flattering dreams, Its hopes and fears, are ours.
Lays all its terrors by,
Before our Father's throne; A tribute worthy of our King,
Whose mercies are unknown.
229. L. M.
There shall the servants of the Lord
230. c. M. The hope of heaven a support in death.
1. THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
2. There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
Stand drest in living green:
To cross this narrow sea,
Those gloomy doubts that rise, And view the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes :
6. Could we but stand as Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er; Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 231. c. M. The promised land.
1. Far from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes.
But half its joys explore,
And dwell on earth no more!
3. There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains : Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns.
4. The glorious monarch there displays
His beams of wondrous grace: His happy subjects sing his praise, And bow before his face.
5. O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above! Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high : Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky.
232. c. M. Heaven the everlasting rest of the righteous.
1. ADORE, my soul, that awful name
To which the angels bow, By which the worlds from nothing came, The heaven of heavens, and thou.
2. The God who sits enthroned above
Thy breath of life has given: His voice, in thunder and in love,
Calls thee from earth to heaven.
SIR J. E. SMITH.