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HYMN 128. C. M.

WHAT poor despised company

Of travellers are these,

That walk in yonder narrow way,
Along the rugged maze?

2 Ah, these are of a royal line,
All children of a King;
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And lo! for joy they sing.

3 Why then do they appear so mean,
And why so much despised?
Because of their rich robes unseen,
The world is not apprised.

4 But some of them seem poor, distress'd,
And lacking daily bread;

Ah, they're of boundless wealth possess'd,
With hidden manna fed.

5 But why keep they that narrow road,
That rugged thorny maze?

Why that's the way their Leader trod -
They love and keep his ways.

6 Why do they shun the pleasing path,
That worldlings love so well?
Because that is the road to death,
The open road to hell.

7 What! is there then no other road
To Salem's happy ground?
Christ is the only way to God,
No other can be found.

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HYMN 129. P. M.

ROM whence doth this union arise,
That hatred is conquer'd by love?
It fastens our souls with such ties,
That distance and time can't remove
It cannot in Eden be found,

Nor yet in a paradise lost;

It grows in Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus' dear blood it did cost.
My friends are so dear unto me,
Our souls so united in love;

PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

Where Jesus is gone we shall be,

In yonder blest mansions above. Oh why so unwilling to part,

Since there we shall soon meet again? Engraved on Immanuel's heart,

At a distance we cannot remain.

3 And when we shall see that bright day,
And join with the angels above;
Set free from our prison of clay,
United in Jesus's love:

With Jesus we ever shall reign,
And all his bright glory shall see,
And sing hallelujahs, amen;
Amen! even so let it be.

PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

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HYMN 130, C. M.

WEET to rejoice in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover round my bed,
And wart my spirit nome.

2 There shall my disembodied soul,
View Jesus, and adore;

Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more.

3 Shall see him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

4 Soon too my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick 'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.

5 These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me:

And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee.

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6 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above
In Jesu's presence know!

7 O may the unction of these truths
For ever with me stay;

Till, from her earthly cage dismiss'd, t
My spirit flies away.

HYMN 131. P. M.

1 BRIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense,

And all my passions capture,
Eternal beauties round me shine,
Infusing warmest rapture.
I dive in pleasures, deep and full
In swelling waves of glory,
And feel my Saviour in my soul,
And groan to tell my story.

2 I feast on honey, milk and wine,
I drink perpetual sweetness;
Mount Zion's beauties round me shinc,
While Christ unfolds his glory!
No mortal tongue can show my joys,
Nor can an angel tell them;
Ten thousand times surpassing all
Terrestrial worlds or emblems.

3 The bliss that rolls through those above,
Through those in glory seated,
Which causes them loud songs to sing,
Ten thousand times repeated-
Dart through my soul in radiant flame
Constraining loudest praises;
O'erwhelming all my powers with joy,
While all within me blazes.

When earth and sea shall be no more,
And all their glory perish;

When sun and moon shall cease to shine
And stars at midnight languish,

My joys refin'd shall higher shine
With heav'n's radiant glory,
And tell through one eternal day,
Love's all immortal story.

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BURST,

HYMN 132. P. M.

T, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptur'd vision,

All the ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright Elysian :
Lo! we lift our longing eyes,
Break ye intervening skies;
Sons of righteousness arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.
2 Floods of everlasting light,
Freely flash before him;
Myriads with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him;

Angel's trumps resound his fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name ;
Heaven echoing the theme.
3 Four and twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing his great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry in reverential tone,

Glory be to God alone,

Holy! Holy! Holy One!

4 Hark! the thrilling symphonies, Seem, methinks, to seize us; Join we too the holy lays,

Jesus-Jesus-Jesus!

Sweetest sound in seraph's song,
Sweetest note on mortal's tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung;
Jesus-Jesus flow along.

BR

HYMN 133. P. M.

RETHREN, see my Jesus coming, Don't you see him in yonder cloud, With ten thousand angels round him? See how they do my Jesus crowd. I'll arise and go and meet him; He'll embrace me in his arms; In the arms of my dear Jesus,

O there is ten thousand charms.

2 Death shall not destroy my comfort,

Christ shall guide me through the gloom,
Down he'll send some heavenly convoy,
To escort my spirit home:

Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me,
While my Saviour's by my side:
Canaan, Canaan lies before me,
Rise and cross the swelling tide.

3 See the happy spirits waiting,
On the bank beyond the stream,
Sweet responses still repeating,
Jesus, Jesus is their theme:
See, they whisper! hark! they call me,
Sister spirit come away!

Lo, I come1 earth can't contain me;
Hail! ye realms of endless day.

4 Worlds of light and crowns of glory,
Far above yon azure sky,
Though by faith I now explore ye,
I'll enjoy you soon on high:
Soon I'll gain a full possession,

Faith and hope shall henceforth cease,
Lost in love's exhaustless ocean,
Love, that sweetest, brightest grace.
5 Swiftly roll ye lingering hours,

Seraphs lend your glittering wings,
Love absorbs my ransomed powers,
Heavenly sound around me rings:
Worlds above are bright and glorious,
All beneath are dark and void;
Conquest gain'd, I'll shout victorious
In the praises of my God.

6 Smiling angels now surround me,
Troops resplendent fill the skies,
Glory shining all around me,

While my towering spirit flies:
Jesus clad in dazzling splendour,
Now methinks appears in view,
Brethren could you see my Jesus,
You would serve and love him too.

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