4 Oh! happy souls !-Oh! glorious state

Of overflowing grace,
To dwell so near their Father's seat,

And see his lovely face.
Ő 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. 325

Faith encouraged by ancient Examples.
1
RISE, O my soul! pursue the path,

ancient worthies
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.
3 'T was through the Lamb's most precious blood,

They conquered every foe;
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. 326

Salvation through Christ.
mf i NOW to the power of God supreme,

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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.

HYMN 327, C. M. 327

The Hope of Heaven.
mf i 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.
mf 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,

And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home, mf My God, my heaven, my all;mp 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,

In seas of heavenly rest; P

And not a wave of trouble roll, PP Across my peaceful breast.

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HYMN 328, 75 and 6s, Peculiar.

Pilgrim's Song.
ISE, my soul! and stretch thy wings,

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,
dol 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,
And earth exchanged for heaven.

HYMN 329, C. M, 329

Salvation by Grace. P 11

ORD! 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 'T is not by works of righteousness

Which our own hands have done,

But we are saved by sovereign grace, mf Abounding through his Son.

4 'Tis from the mercy of our God,

That all our hopes begin ;
'T is 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 тр On such dry bones as we.

6 Paised from the dead, we live anew ; mf And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,

And see our Father's face.

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HYMN 330, s. M. 330

Heavenly Joy on Earth. mf 1

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
mt 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,

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

To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 331, C. M. 331

Redemption and Protection. f" 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. mf 4 The city of my blest abode

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.

HYMN 332, C. M. 332

Pleasures unseen.
1 H! 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.
mf 4 Oh! then, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent hope shall rise
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring

Immortal, in the skies.

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HYMN 333, C. M. 333

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;
P Upon a poor polluted worm,

He makes his graces shine. тр 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.
mf 4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments—how bright they shine !

How white the garments are !