3 'Twas his own purpose that begun

To rescue rebels, doomed to die;
He gave us grace in Christ, his Son,

Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transaction past,

And brings immortal blessings down. 5 He dies,--and, in that dreadful night,

Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising-he brought our heaven to light,

And took possession of the joy.

C. M. 327.

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,

And hell's fierce darts be hurled :
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.
3 Let 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.

7s and 6s. Peculiar. 328.

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,

Time shall soon this earth remove ;
Rise, my soul! and haste away,

To seats prepared above.

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2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-

Both speed them to their source;
So a soul, that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face ;
Upward tends to his

abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,

Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season,-and you know,

Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

C. M.

Salvation by Grace. I LORD! we confess our numerous faults ;

How great our guilt has been ! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,

And all our lives were sin.
2 But, O my soul ! for ever praise,

For ever love his name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways

Of folly, sin, and shame.
3 'T is not by works of righteousness

Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,

Abounding through his Son.
4 'T is from the mercy of our God,

That all our hopes begin;
'Tis by the water, and the blood,

Our souls are washed from sin.
5 'T is through the purchase of his death

Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is sent down, to breathe

On such dry bones as we.
6 Raised from the dead, we live anew;

And, justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,

And see our Father's face.

S. M. 330.

Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, ye who love the Lord !

And let your joys be known:
Join in a song of sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne. 2 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad. 3 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our eongs abound,

And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

C. M. 331.

Redemption and Protection.
1 ARISE, my soul ! my joyful powers !

And triumph in my God;
Awake, my voice ! and loud proclaim

His glorious grace abroad.
2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,

The opening gates of hell;
And fixed my standing more secure,

Than't was before I fell.
3 The arms of everlasting love,

Beneath my soul he placed ;
And on the rock of ages set

My slippery footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode

Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,

To shield the sacred place.

5 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice!

And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

C. M. 332.

Pleasures unseen.
1 OH! could our thoughts and wishes fly,

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

Which sorrow ne'er invades ! -
2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes,

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

Unconscious of decay.
3 Lord ! send a beam of light divine,

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

Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Oh! then, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent hope shall rise
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

C. M. 333.

The Robe of Righteousness.
I AWAKE, my heart! arise, my tongue

Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,

Aloud will I rejoice.
2 'T is he adorned my naked souh

And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm,

He makes his graces shine. 3 And, lest the shadow of a spot

Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,

And cast it all around.
4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments-how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!

5 Strangely, my soul ! art thou arrayed

By the great sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.

L. M. 334.

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

Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a full supply; While such as trust their native strength,

Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love, our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

C. M. 335.

The Christian Race.
I AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
2 'T is God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on high;
'Tis he, whose hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye.
3 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey ;
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.