6 Ò! what a glorious sight appears to my believing eyes;

Methinks I see Jerusalem, a city in the skies; Bright angels whisper me away, O come to glory, come,

And I am waiting to be gone to my eternal home.

Eternal glory, &c.

7 By faith I view my glorious God on his eternal throne;

At his right hand the loving Lamb, the Spirit, Three in one:

Oh that my faith were strong to rise and bear my soul away,

I'd shout salvation to the Lamb, in one cternal day.

Eternal glory, &c.

& Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, who are for Canaan bound;

And should we never meet again till the last trump shall sound,

I hope that I shall meet you there, on that delightful shore,

In oceans of eternal bliss, where parting is

no more.

Eternal glory, &c.

CXXXII.

7s.

HART.

Gethsemane.-Jesus oft times resorted thither with his disciples. John xviii. 2.

JESUS, while he dwelt below,

As divine historians say,

To a place would often go,

Near to Kedron's brook it lay;

In this place he lov'd to be, And 'twas nam❜d Gethsemane. 2 Twas a garden, as we read, At the foot of Olivet,

Low, and proper to be made

The Redeemer's lone retreat.
When from noise he would be free,
Then he sought Gethsemane.

3 Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came :
There the heav'nly truths he taught
Often set their hearts on flame.
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.

Here they oft conversing sat,

Or might join with Christ in pray'r;
Oh, what blest devotion's that,

When the Lord himself is there!
All things to them seem'd t' agree
To endear Gethsemane.

5 Her no strangers durst intrude,

But the Prince of Peace could sit,
Cheer'd with sacred solitude,
Wrapt in contemplation sweet:
Yet how little could they see,
Why he chose Gethsemane.
6 Much he lov'd the chosen race,

On this conflict much he thought; This he knew the destin'd place,

And he lov'd the sacred spot. Therefore 'twas he lik'd to be Often in Gethsemane.

They his foll'wers with the rest,

Had incurr'd the wrath divine:

And their Lord, with pity prest,
Long'd to bear their loads-and mine.
Love to them, and love to me,
Made him love Gethsemane.

8 Many woes had he endur'd,
Many sore temptations met,
Patient, and to pains inur'd:
But the sorest trial yet
Was to be sustain❜d in thee,
Gloomy sad Gethsemane.

Came at length the dreadful night :
Vengeance with it's iron rod
Stood, and with collected might

Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God.
See, my soul, thy Saviour see,

Grov'lling in Gethsemane.

10 Viewing him in that Olive-Press,

Squeez'd and wrung, till whelm'd in blood!

View thy Maker's deep distress!

Hear the groans of Christ thy God!

Then reflect what sin must be,

Gazing on Gethsemane,

11 Poor disciples, tell me now,

Where's the love you lately had!

Where's that faith ye all could vow ?→→
But this hour is too, too sad.

'Tis not now for such as ye

To support Gethsemane.

12 Oh, what wonders love has done!
But how little understood!

God well knows, and God alone,
What produc'd that sweat of blood.
Who can thy deep wonders see,
Wonderful Gethsemane!

13 There my God bore all my guilt:
This through grace can be believ'd;
But the horrors which he felt,

Are too vast to be conceiv'd.
None can penetrate through thee,
Doleful, dark, Gethsemane.
14 Gloomy garden, on thy beds,

Wash'd by Kedron's waters foul,
Grow most rank and bitter weeds:
Think on these, my sinful soul.
Wouldst thou sin's dominion flee,
Call to mind Gethsemane.

15 Sinners, vile like me, and lost,
(If there's one so vile as I)
Leave more righteous souls to boast;
Leave them, and to refuge fly.
We may well bless that decree,
Which ordain'd Gethsemane.

16 We can hope no healing hand,
Leprous quite throughout with sin,
Loath'd incurables we stand,
Crying out, unclean, unclean.
Help there's none for such as we,
But in dear Gethsemane.

17 Eden, from each flow'ry bed,

Did for man short sweetness breathe:

Soon by Satan's counsel led,

Man wrought sin, and sin wrought death. But of life the healing tree

Grows in rich Gethsemane.

18 Hither, Lord, thou didst resort

Oft-times with thy little train':

Here wouldst keep thy private court-
Oh! confer that grace again.

Lord resort with worthless me
Oft-times to Gethsemane.

19 True, I can't deserve to share
In a favor so divine:

But, since sin first fix'd thee there,
None have greater sins than mine
And to this my woful plea
Witness thou Gethsemane.

20 Sins against a holy God

Sins against his righteous law
Sins against his love, his blood-
Sins against his name and cause—
Sins immense as in the sea ;
Hide me, O Gethsemane.

21 Here's my claim, and here alone,
None a Saviour more can need
;
Deeds of righteousness I've none,
No, not one good work to plead.
Not a glimpse of hope for me,
Only in Gethsemane.

22 Saviour, all the stone remove

From my flinty frozen heart;
Thaw it with the beams of love-
Pierce it with a blood-dipt dart.
Wound the heart that wounded thee,
Melt it in Gethsemane.

23 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One Almighty God of love,
Hymn'd by all the heavenly host,.
In thy shining courts above.
We poor sinners, gracious THREE,
Bless thee for Gethsemane.

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