8. O, if once Thy smile divine
Ceased upon my soul to shine,
What were earth or heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but Thee?

GRANT.

1. To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O bear me, ye cherubim up,

And waft me away to His throne.
My Saviour, whom absent I love;
Whom, not having seen, I adore;
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power.

2. Dissolve Thou those bands that detain
My soul from her portion in Thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.
When that happy era begins,

When arrayed in Thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,

The bosom on which I recline,

3. O then shall the vail be removed!

And round me Thy brightness be poured;
I shall meet Him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
And then, never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.

1. THIS God is the God we adore,

Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;
Whose love is as large as His power,

And neither knows measure nor end.

COWPER.

2. 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last,

Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We'll praise Him for all that is past,
And trust Him for all that's to come.

1. O WHEN shall we sweetly remove,
O when shall we enter our rest-
Return to the Zion above,

COWPER.

The mother of spirits distressed;
The city of God, the great King,
Where sorrow and death are no more,
Where saints our Immanuel sing,
And cherub and seraph adore?

2. But angels themselves can not tell
The joys of that holiest place,
Where Jesus is pleased to reveal
The light of His heavenly face;
When, caught in the rapturous flame,
The sight beatific they prove;
And walk in the light of the Lamb,
Enjoying the beams of His love.

3. Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer
We long Thy appearing to see,
Resigned to the burden we bear,
But longing to triumph with Thee;
'Tis good at Thy word to be here;
'Tis better in Thee to be gone,
And see Thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in Thy throne.

C. WESLEY.

1205.

8s.

1. YE angels, who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,

He formed you the spirits you are,
So happy, so noble, so good;

In rapturous songs make Him known,
Tune, tune your soft hearts to His praise.
When others sunk down in despair,
Confirmed by His power ye stood.

2. Ye saints, who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at His feet,
His grace and His glory display,
And all His rich mercy repeat:
He snatched you from hell and the
grave,
He ransomed from death and despair:
For you He was mighty to save,
Almighty to bring you safe there.
3. O, when will the period appear
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,
And I to your Saviour belong!
I'm fettered and chained up in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,

My God and my Saviour to see!

4. I want to put on my attire,

Washed white in the blood of the Lamb;
I want to be one of your choir,

And tune my sweet harp to His name;
I want-O! I want to be there,
Where sorrow and sin bid adieu-

Your joy and your friendship to share-
To wonder, and worship with you!

1206.

Ss.

DE FLEURY.

1. WE speak of the realms of the blest,
Of that country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confess'd;

But what must it be to be there!

2. We speak of its pathways of gold,

And its walls decked with jewels most rare; Of its wonders and pleasures untold;

But what must it be to be there !

3. We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care; From trials without and within;

But what must it be to be there!

4. We speak of its service of love,
Of the robes which the glorified wear;
Of the church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there!

5. Then let us, 'midst pleasure and woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare,
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!·

1. I LONG to behold Him arrayed

With glory and light from above; The King in His beauty displayedHis beauty of holiest love:

2. I languish and sigh to be there,

Where Jesus hath fixed His abode; O, when shall we meet in the air,

And fly to the mountain of God.

3. With Him I on Zion shall stand,

For Jesus hath spoken the word;
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord.

4. But when, on Thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fullness of rapture I find-
My heaven of heavens in Thee!

5. How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!

No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall

prove.

6. Physician of souls! unto me

1208.

Forgiveness and holiness give;
And when from the body set free,
O then to the city receive!

8s.

C. WESLEY.

1. AWAY with our sorrow and fear,
We soon shall recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come.

2. From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode ;
The house of our Father above-
The palace of angels and God.

3. Our mourning is all at an end,
When, raised by the life-giving word,
We see the new city descend,
Adorned as a bride for her Lord:

4. The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air:
No gloom of affliction or sin ;
No shadow of evil is there.

5. By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here:
Her walls are of jasper and gold;
As crystal her buildings are clear.

6. Immovably founded in grace,

1209.

She stands as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.

8s & 9s.

Death of a Missionary.

C. WESLEY.

1. WEEP not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky,
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshiping chorus on high.