e Think how a gasping mortal lies,And pants away his breath.

p 2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few;

Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu!

e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

-Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphant there :-

a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair.

p 5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

Oh, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

-6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand,
My naked soul I trust;

e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust.

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HYMN 29. C. M.

Devizes. [*]
Redemption by Price and Power.

JESUS, with all thy saints above,
My tongue would bear her part;
o Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

-2 Blest be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood;

e And quenched his Father's flaming sword,
In his own vital flood.

o 3 The Lamb, that freed my captive soul
From Satan's heavy chains;
o And sent the lion down to howl,
Where hell and horror reigns.

s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise;
While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*]

1 CON

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

OME, we who love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;

Join in a song of sweet accord,

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And thus surround the throne. 2 [The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place! Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.]

3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God; o But favourites of the heavenly King Should speak their joys abroad.

4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas,—

e 5 This awful God is ours,— Our Father and our love;

o He shall send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.

6 There we shall see his face,
And never-never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.]

8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

o Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

b

9 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

o We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b]

Christ's Presence makes Death casy.

THY should we start, and fear to die?

WHW

What timorous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.]

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HYMN 32. C. M. China. [b]
Frailty and Folly.

HOW short and hasty is our life!

How vast our soul's affairs!

e Yet senseless mortals vainly striveTo lavish out their years.

-2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay;

Just like a story, or a song,
We pass our lives away.

3 God, from on high, invites us home;
But we march heedless on;
And, ever hastening to the tomb,

Stoop downwards as we run.

a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
Who slight the joys above!

What chains of vengeance should we feel,
Who break such cords of love!

-5 Draw us, O God, with sovereign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high;

o That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh.

HYMN 33. C. M. Arundel. St. Asaph's. [*]

1R

And

The blessed Society in Heaven.

AISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run
Through every heavenly street;
there's nought below the sun,

say,

That's worthy of thy feet.

2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings,
And tread the courts above:

Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Shall tempt our meanest love.]

g 3 There, on a high majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns;

And sheds his glorious goodness down,
On all the blissful plains.

4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon :

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

5 Amidst those ever-shining skies,
Behold the Sacred Dove!

While, banished, sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

o 6 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;

o And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One.

e 7 [But oh, what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!

Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!]

e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,-

When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell amongst them there!

HYMN 34. C. M. Isle of Wight. Zion. [b*] Breathing after the Holy Spirit.

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers,—

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

e 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys!

a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.

e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise;

a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

p 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?

-5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers,o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.

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HYMN 35. C. M. Mear. [*]
Praise for Creation and Redemption.
ET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace;

o But our loud song shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.

o 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne;

u All glory to th' united THREE, The undivided ONE.

-3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) Who formed us by a word;

"Tis he restores our ruined frame : Salvation to the Lord!

s 4 Hosanna!-let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound;

Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice,
In one eternal round.

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HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*]

Christ's Intercession.

ELL, the Redeemer's gone,

WELL appear before our God;

To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne,
With his atoning blood.

2 No fiery vengeance now,

No burning wrath comes down;
If justice calls for sinners blood,
The Saviour shows his own.

3 Before his Father's eye

Our humble suit he moves;

e The Father lays his thunder by,

And looks, and smiles, and loves.