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HYMN 242.

Walking with God,
ETERNAL God, our wondering souls

Admire thy matchless grace,
That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell,

With Adam's sinful race.
Cheer'd with thy converse

I

can trace
The desert with delight;
Through all the gloom one smile of thine

Can dissipate the night.
Nor shall I through eternal days

A restless pilgrim roam;
The hand that now directs my course

Shall soon convey me home.
I ask not Enoch's rapturous flight

To realms of heavenly day;
Nor seek Elijah's car of fire

To bear my flesh away :
Joyful my spirit will consent

To drop its mortal load,
And hail the sharpest pangs of death

That break its way to God.

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HYMN 243. The hope of heaven our support under trials. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes, 2 Should earth against my

soul

engage,
And hellish darts be hurl’d,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.

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Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all,
There shall I bathe my weary,

soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

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HYMN 244. Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. 1 BLESS’D be the everlasting God,

The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,

His majesty ador'd.
2 When from the dead he rais d his Son,

And call’d him to the sky,
He

gave our souls a lively hope

That they should never die.
3 What though our inbred sins require

Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,

So all his followers must.
4 There's an inheritance divine

Reserv'd against that day;
Tis incorrupted, undefild,

And fadeth not away.
5 Saints by the power of God are kept,

Till their salvation come;
We walk by faith as strangers here,

Till Christ shall call us home. 1982

HYMN 245.

We walk by faith, not by sight." I THERE is a house not made with hands,

Eternal, and on high ;
And here my spirit waiting stands,

Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay

Must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey

Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heaven;
And, as an earnest of the place,

Has his own Spirit given.
We walk by faith of joys to come,

Faith rests upon his word;
But while the body is our home,

We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

But we would rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,

And present, Lord, with thee,

HYMN 246.

The joys of heaven anticipated. 1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart

Their influence to our song.
2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,

And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy and love sincere

Adorn the realms of peace.

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The soul, from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn its power no more ;
But cloth'd in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore.
There all the followers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.

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HYMN 247.
Death easy in the prospect of hearen.
1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress’d in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger trembling on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts which rise;
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes :
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore, i

HYMN 248.

The heavenly Canaan, 1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise;
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes

But half its joys explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,

And dwell on earth no more !
3 There pain and sickness never come,

And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And endless pleasure reigns. 4 No cloud those blissful regions know,

For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.
5. O may the heavenly prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above!
6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join

The chorus of the sky.

HYMN 249.

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The saints in glory.
GIVE me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.

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