And we leave off to pray
The love of Christ will then increase,
To everlasting day.
On the mystery of Salvation.
WHAT a glorious mystery, wonder, wonder
wonder,
That I should ever saved be; wonder, &c.
No heart can think, no tongue can tell &c.
The love of God unchangeable, &c.
2 Great mystery who can tell why
That Christ for sinners e'er should die ;
That he should leave those realms of bliss,
And groan for sinners on the cross.
3 Great mystery that he should place
His love on those of Adam's race;
That my poor soul should share a part,
And find a mansion in his heart.
4 Great mystery I do behold,
That God should ever save a soul;
And snatch me from the jaws of hell,
The greatness of his love to tell.
5 Why was I not still left behind,
With thousand others of mankind;
Who run the dang'rous sinful race,
And dies and never tastes his grace.
6 'Twas the same love that spread the feast,
That sweetly brought us in to taste,
Of heavenly manna from above,
Redeeming grace and living love.
Not all the heavenly host can scan
The glories of this noble plan;
'Tis wisdom from the Father's skill,
And so remains a mystery still.
OW while we do begin to sing,
A song of praise to Christ our king
O may our hearts be rais'd above
All things below and fir'd with love.
2 Since thou dost of us all require
To worship thee with pure desire;
To glorify thy name and then
The God of peace will in us reign.
3 Then shall our noblest powers rejoice,
When we're obed'ent to thy voice;
To act and do what thou commands,
Renouncing all our former plans.
4 That in the spirit we may walk,
Attending to what Christ has spoke ;
So we shall all grow up in him,
Unto the stature of a man.
5 Then like the sun will Zion shine,
Each part in union all divine;
O hasten this dear Lord we pray,
To be fulfil'd in this our day.
The joys of Heaven.
YOME Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue ;
And let the joys of heaven impart,
Their influence to our song.
2 Sorrow and pain and every care,
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the realms of peace.
3 The soul from sin forever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
4 There on a throne (how dazzling bright,) Th'exalted Savior shines,
And beams ineffable delight
On all the heavenly minds.
5 There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honors to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire ;
Till in thy blissful courts above,
We join the angelic choir.
HYMN 113. L. M.
The worship of Heaven.
FOR a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns!
2 There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall;
And with delightful worship own
His smile, their bliss, their heaven, their all.
3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies...
4. He smiles and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture when they gaze;.
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the favorites of the Lamb, Shall join at last the heavenly choir ; ; O may the joy inspiring theme.
Awake our faith and warm desire!,
6 Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place ; ;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face..
HYMN 114. C. M.
Victory over death through Christ..
HEN death appears before
In all his dire array,
Unequal to the dreadful sight,,
My courage dies away.
2 But see my glorious leader nigh!!
My Lord my Saviour lives;
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.
3. He left his dazzling throne above, He met the tyrant's dart :
And (O! amazing power of love ;)
Receiv'd it in his heart.
4 No more, O grim destroyer, boast
Thy universal sway;
To heaven born souls thy sting is lost,
Thy night, the gates of day.
5 Lord, I commit my soul to thee,
Accept the sacred trust,
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust:
6 Till that illustrious morning come,
When all thy saints shall rise,
And cloth'd in full immortal bloom,
Attend thee to the skies.
7 When thy triumphant armies sing
The honors of thy name,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With glory to the Lamb.
O let me join the raptur'd lays,
And with the blissful throng
Resound salvation, power, and praise,
In everlasting song.
The blessed society in Heaven.
ISE thee my soul, fly up and run Through every heavenly street, And say there's nought below the sun That's worthy of thy feet.
[2 Thus will we mount on sacred wings, And tread the courts above;
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