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While God's own Spirit gently blows,
And fans these holy fires.
Shall God's high praise proclaim:
Of Moses and the Lamb.
460. Heaven in View. Wule on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wiog its flight away. Where Jesus dwells my soul would be; And faints my much-loy'd Lord to see ; Earth, twine no more about my heart, For 'tis far better to depart. Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesu's throne, Source of my joys, and of your own. That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at bis feet! Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro' the full beamings of his grace! As with a seraph's voice to sing, To fly as on a cherub's wing! Performing with yoweary'd hands The present Saviour's high commands. Yet with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait thy signal for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
O blest retreat! divine abode; Where Jesus is her Lord, her God! Her blissful sun for ever shines, Glows thro' her soul, and still refines, And now she treads the heav'nly plains, And sings her hymns in melting strains; And now her soul begins to prove The heights and depths of Jesu's love. He cheers her with eternal smile, She sings, Hosanna! all the while; Or, overwhelm’d with rapture sweet, Sinks down, adoring at his feet. Now, freed from all th' effects of sin, Drinking immortal pleasures in; And panting, while her God invites, To satiate with divine delights ! She gazes on his glorious face, His holy mind, and boundless grace;
And gazing still! with ravish'd eyes,
462 Ar sacbor laid, remote from home, Tozz, I cry, 'Sweet Spirit, come! - Ceestal breeze, no longer stay, * Bat swell my sails, and speed my way! - Fain would I moant, fain would I glow, • and loose my cable from below: • Bat I can only spread my sail; * Thea, thou must breathe th' auspicious
When heated in the chase;
And thy refreshing grace.
Mr thirsty soul doth pipe;
Thou Majesty divine !
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Be present at our table, Lord ;
463. BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround. Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Thro' their Redeemer's name;