The golden streets to tread. Yet here a while I stay, In hope of that glad day, When I am call'd away To the mansions above. 5 The hope of seeing Jesus, 6 Then in the blooming garden, I'll worship the Lamb, And join the song While Jesus sweet composes, A song that never closes, Of praises to his name. HYMN 121. C. M. The hope of Heaven, support under Trials. HEN I can read my title clear WH To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at satan's rage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge, come, May I but safely reach my home, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul HYMN 122, C. M. The glory of Christ in Heaven. THE delights, the heav'nly joys, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 2 Sweet majesty and awful love 3 Princes to his imperial name 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his That once rude iron tore; M High on a throne of light they stand, 6 His head, the dear majestic head, 7 This is the man, th' exalted man But when our eyes behold his face, T8 Lord, how our souls are all on fire Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise, 9 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight, HYMN 123. Invitation. Co OME and taste along with me, Consolations running free; From my Father's worthy home, Sweeter than the honey comb. 2 Wherefore should I thirst alone, 3 Saints in glory sing aloud, Coming in at heaven's door, 4 Goodness running like a stream, Though my body do its best, For to keep me off from Christ: Drawn by grace I come to him, He alone can pardon sin. 6 Sinful nature, lurking vice, 7. When I go to heaven's store, 8 Then I go rejoicing home, 9. Heaven here and heaven there, Comforts growing every where ; This boldly can attest, For my soul has got a taste. HYMN 124. C. M. The examples of Christ and the Saints: G IVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, 2 Once they were mourning here below, 3 I ask'd them whence their vict'ry came: 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 5 Our glorious leader claims our praise For his own pattern giv❜n, While the long cloud of witnesses Shews the same path to heav'n. HYMN HYMN 125. L. M. The Lord's supper Instituted. WAS on that dark, that doleful night, 'TWA When powers of earth and hell arose Against the Son of God's delight, And friends betray'd him to his foes. 2 Before the mournful scene began He took the bread, and bless'd, and brake; What love thro' all his actions ran ! What wond'rous words of grace he spoke ! 3 This is my body broke for sin, Receive and eat the living food: |