4 Oh! happy souls!-Oh! glorious state
Of overflowing grace,-

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face.

5 Lord! I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy choicest love abroad,
And make my comforts strong;
Then shall I say,-"My Father, God!"-
With an unwavering tongue.

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HYMN 325, C. M.

Faith encouraged by ancient Examples.

RISE, O my soul! pursue the path,

By ancient worthies trod;

Aspiring, view those holy men,

Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear,
And in example live;

Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,

Still fresh instruction give.

8 'T was through the Lamb's most precious blood, They conquered every foe;

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And, to his power and matchless grace,

Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord! may I ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given;
And ne'er forsake the blessed road,
That led them safe to heaven.

HYMN 326, L. M.

Salvation through Christ.

mf 1 NOW, to the power of God supreme, Be everlasting honors given;

He saves from hell,-we bless his name,-
He calls our wandering feet to heaven.

2 Not for our duties, or deserts,

But of his own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for his praise.

3 'T was 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.

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HYMN 327, C. M.

The Hope of Heaven.

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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.

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HYMN 328, 7s and 6s, Peculiar.
Pilgrim's Song.

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.

mf 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,

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And earth exchanged for heaven.

HYMN 329, C. M.

Salvation by Grace.

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.

mf 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 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done,
But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through his Son.

4 'Tis 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 'Tis 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.

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HYMN 330, S. M.
Heavenly Joy on Earth.

mf 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 songs abound,

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And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 331, C. M.

Redemption and Protection.

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.

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Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

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5 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice!
And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

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HYMN 332, C. M.

Pleasures unseen.

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

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To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring
Immortal, in the skies.

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HYMN 333, C. M.

The Robe of Righteousness.

WAKE, 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 soul,
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.

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What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments-how bright they shine!
How white the garments are!