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HYMN 128. C. M.
WHAT poor despised company
Along the rugged maze ?
All children of a King;
And lo! for joy they sing.
And why so much despised ?
The world is not apprised.
And lacking daily bread;
With hidden manna fed.
That rugged thorny maze?
They love and keep his ways.
That worldlings love so well?
The open road to hell.
To Salern's happy ground ?
HYMN 129. P. M. 'F
ROM whence doth this union arise,
That distance and time can't remove
Nor yet in a paradise lost;
And Jesus' dear blood it did cost. 2 My friends are so dear unto me,
Our souls so united in love;
PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.
In yonder blest mansions above.
Since there we shall soon meet again?
At a distance we cannot remain. 3 And when we shall see thai bright day
And join with the angels above;
United in Jesus's love:
And all his bright glory shall see,
Amen! even so let it be.
PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.
HYMN 130. C. M 1 VWEET to rejoice in lively hope,
That when my change shall coine, Angels shall hovor round my bed,
And wart my spirit nome.
View Jesus, and adore;
And grieve and sin no more.
On which my guilt was lain ; His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but new!y 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.
The God that died for me:
Lord, who is like to thee.
6 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
In Jesu's presence know!
For ever with me stay;
HYMN 131. P. M. · BRIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense, Eternal beauties round me shine,
[ufusing warmest rapture.
lu swelling waves of glory,
And groan to tell my story.
I drink perpetual sweetness;
While Christ unfolds his glory!
Nor can an angel tell them;
Terrestrial worlds or emblems. 3 The bliss that rolls through those above,
Through those in glory seated,
Ten thousand times repeated-
Constraining loudest praises ;
While all within me blazes.
And all thcir glory perish;
And stars at midnight languish,
With heav'n's radiant glory,
Love's all immortal story.
HYMN 132. P. M.
Round the bright Elysian :
Ope the gates of paradise.
Freely flash before him ;
Instantly adore him;
Heaven echoing the theme. 3 Four and twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Sing his great salvation ;
Holy! Holy! Holy One!
Seem, methinks, to seize us;
HYMN 133. P. M.
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 arins of my dear Jesus,
O there is ten thousand charms.
2 Death shau not destroy my comfort,
Christ shall guide me through the gloom, Down he'll send some heavenly convoy,
To escort my spirit hone: 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,
Jesus, Jesus is their theme:
Sister spirit come away!
Haill ye realms of endless day.
Far above yon azure sky,
I'll enjoy you soon on high :
Faith and hope shall henceforth cease,
Love, that sweetest, brightest grace.
Seraphs lend your glittering wings,
Heavenly sound around me rings:
all beneath are dark and void;
In the praises of my God.
Troops resplendent fill the skies,
While my towering spirit flies:
Now methinks appears in view,
You would serve and love him too.