By the sweat of my brow I labour for bread,
Yet guarded by Jesus, no evil I dread;
And Lord, while possess'd of all riches in
thee,

My poverty comes with a blessing to me. 5 My labouring dress I shall soon lay aside, For robes rich and splendid, a dress for a bride;

The bride that is married to Jesus the Lamb, And clad in a garment that's ever the same, 6 Though fare be but scant while I travel below,

A feast that's eternal will Jesus bestow; No sorrow nor sighing shall ever annoy The heavenly banquet I there shall enjoy. 7 Then what though my body goes weary to rest,

Yet, sav'd by the merits of Jesus; I'm blest; Fresh strength for my labour on earth hé béstows,

And soon I shall bask in eternal réposé.

XCI. SS. WESLEY'S COLLEC.

Divine Glories; or, the beauties of Christ:
LONG to behold him array'd

With glory and light from above,
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fix'd his abodé :
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!
With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word)

The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when on thy bosom reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens in thee.

prove;

3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the mansions above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness nor sorrow shall
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
My soul to thy presence receive.

1

XCII. 6, 8. BROADDUS'S COLLEC.

The heavenly Jerusalem.

JERUSALEM! my happy home,
O, how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold!

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pay'd with gold.

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant green
My study long have been :
Such sparkling light by human sight
Has never yet been seen.

4 Is heaven thus glorious,-O my Lord'
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly 'tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence!

Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace;

And cause me to ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,

And sabbaths never end!

Jesus, my love, to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see;
And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.

7 My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care,
And should I here no more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.

8 There shall we meet and no more part,
And heav'n shall ring with praise;
While Jesus' love in every heart
Shall tune the song Free Grace.

9 When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.

10 Millions of years around may run,
Our song shall still go on,
To praise the Father and the Son,
And Spirit, Three in One.

XCIII. 11S. BROADDUS'S COLLEC.
Experience.

1 COME, brethren and sisters that love my

dear Lord,

I pray give attention awhile to my word;
A wonder of mercy! behold now and see
What th' precious Redeemer has done for
poor me.

2 I was led by the devil, till lost and distress'd, I thought that in torment I soon should be cast;

No peace to the wicked, but all misery,

Till faith saw my Jesus hang bleeding for

me.

"O sinner (said Jesus) for you I have died," "All glory to Jesus," my soul then replied: My guilt was removed; my soul did rejoice, The blood was apply'd with a witnessing

voice.

4 At once on my knees before God I did fall, All glory to Jesus, for he's all in all !

The heart of this rebel was bursted in twain, To see my dear Jesus on Calvary slain.

5 There's peace now in heaven, and peace upon earth;

The angels rejoice at a poor sinner's birth: "Your sins are forgiven," my Saviour did

say,

O! witness, kind heaven, on this my birth day!

6 My soul now was humbled, I fell to the ground;

"The time of refreshing at last I have found: “O Lord! thou hast ravish'd my soul with thy charms!

"I'd die like old Simeon, with Christ in my arms."

XCIV. P. M.

BROADDUS'S COLLEC.

The Gospel Trumpet,

HARK how the gospel trumpet sounds! Through all the world the echo bounds;

And Jesus by redeeming blood
Is bringing sinners home to God;
And guides them safely by his word,
To endless day.

2 Hail, all victorions, conqu'ring Lord!
By all the heavenly hosts ador'd;
Who undertook for fallen man,

And brought salvation through thy name,
That we with thee might live and reign
In endless day.

3 Fight on, ye conqu'ring saints, fight on,
And when the conquest you have won,
Then palms of vict'ry you shall bear,
And in his kingdom have a share,
And crowns of glory you shall wear
In endless day.

Thy blood, dear Jesus, once was spilt,
To save the lost from sin and guilt;
Poor sinners now may come to God,
And find salvation through thy blood,
And sail, by faith, upon that flood
To endless day.

5 Through storms and calms by faith we steer,
By feeble hope and gloomy fear,
Till we arrive at Canaan's shore,
Where sin and sorrow are no more,
And then we'll shout, all trial's o'er
To endless day.

6 There we shall in sweet chorus join
With saints and angels-all combine
To sing of his redeeming love,

When rolling years shall cease to move,
For this shall be our theme above
In endless day.