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They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more;
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,

Region of eternal day.
4 He that on the throne does reign,

Them the Lamb shall always feed;
With the tree of life sustain;
To the living fountain lead:
He shall all their sorrows chace;
All their wants at once remove;
Wipe the tears from every face,

Fill up every soul with love. 166.

[L. B. 76.] 8 lines 8. The thirsty are called to their Lord, His glorious appearing to see; And, drawn by the power of his word, The promise I know is for me: I thirst for the streams of thy grace; I gasp for the spirit of love; I long for a glimpse of thy face;

And then to behold it above. 2 Thy call I exult to obey,

And come in the spirit of prayer:
Thy joy in that happiest day,

Thy kingdom of glory to share; 'To drink the pure river of bliss, With life everlasting o'erflow'd; Implunged in the crystal abyss, And lost in the ocean of God. 167.

[s. B. 96.) C. M. WHEN I can read

my

title clear
To mansions in the skies;
I'll 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,

And face a frowning world.
3 Should cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast. 168.

[s. B. 104.] C. M. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart;

Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart

Their influence to our song.
2 Then to the shining seats of bliss,

The wings of faith shall soar;
And all the charms of Paradise

Our raptured thoughts explore. 3 Pleasures unsullied flourish there,

Beyond the reach of time:
Nor blooming Eden smiled so fair,

In all her flowery prime.
4 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,

And discord, there shall cease:
And perfect joy, and love sincere,

Adorn the realms of peace.
5 The soul from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn its power no more;
But clothed in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore.
6 There shall the followers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
7 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love;

Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in thy blissful courts above

We join the angelic choir. 169.

[s. B. 216.) C. M. How long shall earth's alluring toys

Detain our hearts and eyes; Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the skies!
2 These transient scenes will soon decay;

They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day

Be lost in endless night.
3 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades.
4 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,

Unconscious of decay.
5 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim:
With one reviving touch of thine,

Our languid hearts inflame.
6 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise,
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,

Immortal in the skies. 170.

[s. B. 235.] C. M. 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.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

Where Jordan roll'd between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes.
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore. 171.

[s. B. 237.] C. M.
THERE is a house not made with hands,

Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,

Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay

Must be dissolved and fall :
Then, Omy soul, with joy obey

Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 "Tis he, by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heaven; And, as an earnest of the place,

Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come :

Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,

We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

But we would rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,

And present, Lord, with thee. 172.

[s. B. 238.] C. M. Come let us join our friends above,

Who have obtain’d the prize;
And on the eagle-wings of love,

To joys celestial rise :
Let all the saints terrestrial sing,

With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King

In earth and heaven are one. 2 One family we dwell in him;

One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death ;
One army of the living God,

To his command we bow :
Part of his host has cross'd the flood,

And part is crossing now. 3 What numbers to their endless home,

This solemn moment fly!
And we are to the margin come,

And we expect to die:
His militant embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,

And reach the heavenly land. 4 Our old companions in distress,

We haste again to see;
And eager long for our release,

And full felicity:

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