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2 Ah! who upon earth can conceive
The bliss that in heaven they share?
And who this dark world would not leave,
And cheerfully die to be there?
Where Christ is our Light and our Sun,
And we by reflection shall shine;
With him everlastingly one,

And bright in effulgence divine. 3 '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 of thy throne: The tears shall be wip'd from our eyes, When thee we behold in the cloud; And echo the joys of the skies,

And shout to the trumpet of God.

54. Seeking Heaven. Heb. xi. 4. (P. M.)

1

FROM Egypt lately come,

(P.M.)

Where death and darkness reign,

We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain.
Hallelujah!

We are on our way to God.

2 To Canaan's sacred bound,

We haste with songs of joy; Where peace and liberty are found, And sweets that never cloy. Hallelujah!-&c.

3 There sin and sorrow cease,
And every conflict's o'er;

There we shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more.

Hallelujah!-&c.

4 But, hark, those distant sounds,
That strike our list'ning ears!
They come from Canaan's happy bounds,
Where God our King appears.
Hallelujah!-&c.

5 There, in celestial strains,
Enraptur'd myriads sing;
There love in every bosom reigns,
For God himself is King.
Hallelujah!-&c.

6 We soon shall join the throng,
Their pleasures we shall share;
And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransom'd there.
Hallelujah!-&c.

7 How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim's breast:
We're journeying through the wilderness,
But soon shall gain our rest.
Hallelujah!-&c.

THE CHRISTIAN.

555. Conversion to God. John i. 13. (C. M.)

1

NOT

OT all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,

Can raise a soul to heav'n.

2 The sov'reign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,
A new peculiar race.

3 The Spirit like some heav'nly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
New models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.

Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

56.

The new Creation. (C. M.)

ATTEND, while God's exalted Son

Doth his own glories shew;
Behold, I sit upon my throne,
Creating all things new.

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"Nature and sin are pass'd away, "And the old Adam dies;

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My hands a new foundation lay,
"See the new world arise.

"I'll be a Sun of righteousness,

"To the new heavens I make; "None but the new-born heirs of grace, "My glories shall partake."

Mighty Redeemer, set me free
From my old state of sin ;
O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within,

Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;

Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

6 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,

In the new world that grace has made,
I would for ever dwell.

557. Repentance and Faith. (C. M.)
1 GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove,

Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin ould e'er atone;

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient, and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

558. Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. Luke xv. 7-10. (L. M.)

1

WH

HO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise,

To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down, and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he form'd anew;
And saints, and angels, join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

559. Look on Him whom they pierced, and mourn.

1

I'

(C. M.)

NFINITE grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord;

Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.

2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain,
My dear Redeemer bore,

When knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
His sacred body tore !

3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
In vain do I accuse;

In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.

4 "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were:
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

5 "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guilty head;

Break, break, my heart, O burst, mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.

6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow;

And deep repentance drown mine eyes,
In undissembled woe.

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