1 W HYMN 128. C. M. WHAT poor despised company That walk in yonder narrow way, 2 Ah, these are of a royal line, 3 Why then do they appear so mean, 4 But some of them seem poor, distress'd, 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,— 6 Why do they shun the "leasing path, 7 What! is there then no other road F 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. 2 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. Since there we shall soon meet again? At a distance we cannot remain. 3 And when we shall see that bright day With Jesus we ever shall reign, PROSPECT OF HEAVEN. 1 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, Be with his likeness satisfied, 3 Shall see him wear that very flesh 4 Soon too my slumb 'ring dust shall hear 5 These eyes shall see him in that day, And all my rising bones shall say, 125 6 If such the views which grace unfolds, What raptures must the church above 7 O may the unction of these truths 1 Till, from her earthly cage dismiss'd, HYMN 131. P. M. Band all my passions capture, RIGHT scenes of glory strike my sense, Eterna! beauties round me shine, I dive in pleasures, deep and full 2 I feast on honey, milk and wine, 3 The bliss that rolls through those above, When earth and sea shall be no more, When sun and moon shall cease to shine My joys refin'd shall higher shine 1 1 HYMN 132. P. M. BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptur'd vision, All the ecstatic joys that spring Angel's trumps resound his fame, 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, 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 shan not destroy my comfort, Christ shall guide me through the gloom, Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me, 3 See the happy spirits waiting. See, they whisper! hark! they call me, Lo, I come! earth can't contain me: 4 Worlds of light and crowns of glory, Faith and hope shall henceforth cease, Lost in love's exhaustless ocean, Swiftly roll ye lingering hours, Seraphs lend your glittering wings, Smiling angels now surround me, While my towering spirit flies: You would serve and love him too. |