2 Ah! who upon earth can conceive 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, 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, There we shall dwell in endless peace, Hallelujah!-&c. 4 But, hark, those distant sounds, 5 There, in celestial strains, 6 We soon shall join the throng, 7 How sweet the prospect is! 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 3 The Spirit like some heav'nly wind, Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise 56. The new Creation. (C. M.) ATTEND, while God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew; "Nature and sin are pass'd away, "And the old Adam dies; 66 My hands a new foundation lay, "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 Renew mine eyes, and form mine ears, Give me new passions, joys, and fears, 6 Far from the regions of the dead, In the new world that grace has made, 557. Repentance and Faith. (C. M.) Break down this separating wall, 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, The death of Christ shall still remain 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, 558. Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. Luke xv. 7-10. (L. M.) 1 WH HO can describe the joys that rise To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born? 2 With joy the Father doth approve The Son with joy looks down, and sees 3 The Spirit takes delight to view 559. Look on Him whom they pierced, and mourn. 1 I' (C. M.) NFINITE grief! amazing woe! Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, 2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, When knotty whips, and ragged thorns, 3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns, In vain I blame the Roman bands, 4 "Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, 5 "Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down Upon his guilty head; Break, break, my heart, O burst, mine eyes, 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, And deep repentance drown mine eyes, |