'Thro' floods and flames you've reach'd the $ "Come, reign with me for evermore.'

5 Come, wear the crown, and let your tongue
'Sing Gabriel's new eternal song:'-
Then we shall lay our weapons by,
And shout with angels through the sky:
All glory, glory to the Lamb!

Throughout my soul I feel the flame-
Expand your wings, ye hosts above,
And bear me to the God of love!

HARK! my soul, it is the Lord;

:

"Tis the Saviour, hear his word:
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee
'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
2 'I deliver'd thee, when bound,
'And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
'Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
"Turn'd thy darkness into light.

3 'Can a woman's tender care,
'Cease towards the child she bare?
'Yes, she may forgetful be,
'Yet will I remember thee.
4 'Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
'Deeper than the depths beneath-
'Free and faithful, strong as death.
5 Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done-
Partner of my throne shalt be-
'Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?'
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint,
Yet I love thee and adore-
O for grace to love thee more!

101. P. M. Mrs. Jones.
The antepast of heaven.

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 glories through me shine,
While Christ unfolds his greatness.
No mortal tongue can show my joys,
Nor can an angel tell them;
Ten thousand times surpassing all
Terrestrial worlds or emblems.

3 My captivated spirits fly

Through shining worlds of beauty;
Dissolv'd in blushes loud I cry,

In praises sweet and mighty;

And here I'll sing and swell the strains
Of harmony delighted,

And with the millions learn the notes
Of saints in Christ united.

4 The bliss that rolls through those above,
Through those in glory seated-
Which causes them loud songs to sing,
Ten thousand times repeated.

Darts through my soul with radiant beams,
Constraining loudest praises,

O'erwhelming all my powers with joy,
While all within me blazes.

5 When earth and seas 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 brighter shine,
Mount heaven's radiant glory,
And tell through one eternal day,
Love's all-immortal story.

102. 7. 8. Anon.

The Pilgrim encouraged from the prospect of heaven. THERE is a land of pleasure,

Where streams of joy for ever roll;

"Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I long to rest my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray,
But since the Saviour found me,
A lamp has shone along my way.
2 My way is full of danger,
But 'tis the path that leads to God,
And like a faithful soldier,

I'll march along the heavenly road:
Now I must gird my sword on,
My breast-plate, helmet, and my shield,
And fight the hosts of Satan,
Until I reach the heavenly field.

3 I'm on the way to Zion,

Still guarded by my Saviour's hand;
O, come along, dear sinners,
And view Immanuel's happy land:
To all that stay behind me,
I bid a long, a long farewell,
O! come, or you'll repent it,
When you do reach the gates of hell.

4 The vale of tears around me,
And Jordan's current rolls before;
O! how I stand and tremble,
To hear the dismal waters roar!
Whose hand shall then support me,
And keep my soul from sinking there,
From sinking down to darkness,
And to the regions of despair?

5 The stream shall not affright me, Although 'tis deeper than the grave; If Jesus stand beside ine,

I'll smoothly ride on Jordan's wave; His word has calm'd the ocean; His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale; O! may this friend be with me, When through the gate of death I sail. 6 Then, come, thou king of terrors, And with thy dagger lay me low; Soon I shall reach those regions, Where everlasting pleasures flow;O sinners, shall I leave you, No more to join your social band, No more to stand beside you, Till at the judgment-bar we stand? 7 Soon the archangel's trumpet Shall shake the globe from pole to pole, And all the wheels of nature Shall, in a moment, cease to roll; Then we shall see the Saviour, With shining ranks of angels, come To execute his vengeance, And take his ransom'd people home.

CHRISTIAN CONFLICT.

103. 8.7.

Soldiers of Christ exhorted.

RUMP of war! awake the soldier,Ah! methinks he sleeps too long,Soldier, rouse! behold the danger! See thy focs a thousand strong: Think besides an untold number, Some without, and some within; Rise, and buckle on thy armourFight the hosts of hell and sin.

2 Fiery lakes behind are burning;
Foes beset thee all around;
Forward go!-there's no returning;
Death or conquest is the sound:
Bind the truth a girdle round thee,
With this plume adorn thy head,
Hope through grace, the proven helmet;
In the path of precept tread.

3 More than all, thy shield rely on,
Faith in God's eternal aid;
Take the two-edg'd glorious weapon,
Spirit's sword, nor be afraid;
On thy knees still fight with courage,
Trusting in thy Captain's might,
Fervent prayer's a conquering weapon,
On thy knees still stand and fight.
4 Has thy Captain come to succour ?
Have thy enemies all fled?
Watch and pray, there still is danger,
Though they're gone, they are not dead:
Soldier! now be doubly watchful,
Mark with care the victory won;
Let not self assume the honour,
That belongs to Curist alone.

30 thou captain of salvation,
I to thee for succour fly;
At thy feet I bend repentant,
Save me, save me! or I die:
Often thou hast led to conquest,

And through thee I conquering go,
Jesus, save me from my weakness,
Save me from my bosom foe.

W

HY sleep ye, my brethren!-come let us arise,
O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize!

Salvation is near-our days are far spent,
O, let us be active-awake! and repent.