1 2 3 5 Heavenly joy on earth. COME, ye that love the Lord, The sorrows of the mind Be banish'd from this place! have found The sons of grace Celestial fruits on earthly ground The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're passing through Immanuel's ground, HYMN 237. C. M. The happiness of being united to Christ. 1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd, 2 Their joys in part we know, 3 1 2 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise, HYMN 238. 7s. D. The privileges of Christians. They produce the fruits of grace, With them number'd may we be, 3 Though they suffer upon earth, Heirs with God, joint-heirs with Christ: 2 3 4 5 1 2 HYMN 239. c. M. The communion of saints. THE saints on earth and those above, One family, we dwell in him, One church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of the host have cross'd the flood, Lo! thousands to their endless home And we are to the margin come, Lord Jesus, be our constant guide; Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, HYMN 240. S. M. Preserving mercy. TO God, the only wise, Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 5 1 He will present our souls, Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, To our Redeemer God Wisdom with power belongs, HYMN 241. L. M. Preparation for heaven. HEAVEN is a place of rest from sın, 2 Clean hearts, O God, in us create, Right spirits, Lord, in us renew : Commence we now that higher state, Now do thy will as angels do. 3 4 Thy living temples may we be, Cleans'd by thy hallowing presence, Lord! Abide in us, and we in thee, Supremely lov'd, obey'd, ador'd. In Jesus' footsteps may we tread, 1 2 3 4. 5 1 2 HYMN 242. c. M Walking with God. ETERNAL God, our souls admire That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell Cheer'd with thy converse I can trace The desert with delight; Through all the gloom one smile of thine Can dissipate the night. Nor shall I through eternal days The hand that now directs my course I ask not Enoch's rapturous flight Joyful my spirit will consent To drop its mortal load, And hail the sharpest pangs of deatn HYMN 243. c. M. The hope of heaven our support under trials. To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, |