3 'T was his own purpose that begun And makes his Father's counsels known; 327. C. M. The Hope of Heaven. 1 WHEN I can read my title, clear, To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, 328. 7s and 6s. Peculiar. Pilgrim's Song. 1 RISE, my soul! and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Rise, my soul! and haste away, To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, 3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn, And earth exchanged for heaven. 329. C. M. Salvation by Grace. 1 LORD! we confess our numerous faults; How great our guilt has been ! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, 2 But, O my soul! for ever praise, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways 3 'T is not by works of righteousness 4 'T is from the mercy of our God, 'Tis by the water, and the blood, 5 'T is through the purchase of his death The Spirit is sent down, to breathe 6 Raised from the dead, we live anew; We shall appear in glory too, 330. S. M. 1 COME, ye who love the Lord! Who never knew our God; Celestial fruits on earthly ground 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, 5 Then let our songs abound, We 're marching through Immanuel's ground 331. C. M. Redemption and Protection. 1 ARISE, my soul! my joyful powers! Awake, my voice! and loud proclaim 2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,- 3 The arms of everlasting love, Is walled around with grace; 5 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice! 332. C. M. Pleasures unseen. 1 OH! could our thoughts and wishes fly, To those bright worlds, beyond the sky, 2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes, 3 Lord! send a beam of light divine, 4 Oh! then, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, 333. C. M. The Robe of Righteousness. 1 AWAKE, my heart! arise, my tongue In God, the life of all my joys, 2 'T is he adorned my naked soul, 3 And, lest the shadow of a spot How far the heavenly robe exceeds What earthly princes wear! These ornaments-how bright they shine! · 5 Strangely, my soul! art thou arrayed 334. L. M. The Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake-and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint; 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new, and ever young, And firm endures while endless years 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; 335. C. M. The Christian Race. 1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 "T is God's all-animating voice, 'Tis he, whose hand presents the prize 3 A cloud of witnesses around |