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2 Shortly this prison of my clay,
Must be dissolv'd and fall; Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav'n; And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit giv'n. 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.
But we had rather see;
And present, Lord, with thee. 45. The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.
(C. M.) ESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things : Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the sonl. O for a sight, a pleasing sight, Of our Almighty Father's throne! : There sits our Saviour crown'd with light, Cloth’d in a body like our own.
4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
While to their golden harps they sing,
And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And view thy face, and sing, and love? 546. A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.
1 Where saints immortal reign;
And pleasures banish pain.
And never-withering flowers ;
This heav'nly land from ours.
Stand dress'd in living green :
While Jordan roll'd between.
To cross this narrow sea,
And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
With unbeclouded eyes!
And view the landscape o'er,
Should fright us from the shore.
547. The humble Worship of Heaven. (C. M.) 1 PATHER, I long, I faint to see
T The place of thine abode;
Up to thy seat, my God!
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
Is infinite delight.
To gaze upon thy throne ;
In shining ranks they move,
Th' adoring armies fall;
Before th' eternal All,
6 There I would vie with all the bost,
In daty and in bliss,
And vanity confess.
The humbler I shall lie;
Unmeasurably high. 548. Freedom from Sin and Misery in Heaven.
And like a violent sea,
And hurry us away,
How loud the tempests roar!
Safe on the heav'nly shore.
Our speedy feet shall move;
Or cool our burning love.
The wonders of his grace,
And smile in every face.
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
The close of every song.
49. The Glory of Christ in Heaven. (C.M.) 10 THE delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o’erflowing grace!
Sit smiling on his brow;
At humble distance bow. . 3 Princes to his imperial name,
Bend their bright sceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and powers, rejoice,
To see him wear the crown. 4 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Through every heav'nly street; And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive at his feet.
That once rude iron tore,
And all the saints adore.
That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around.
Whom we unseen adore ;