Secur'd as in a cabinet,
Their dust is in the tomb.
2 By death they enter to those joys
Prepar'd for them above;
There they are ever swallowed up
In endless life and love.
O! there they see, as they are seen,
With clear unclouded views:
O there they hear of nothing else
But joyful glorious news.
4 Anthems of joy and praise are there,
With hallelujahs sung;
Who would be fond of this vain world,
This dross, this dirt, this dung?
3 The saints forever do behold
Their dearest Jesus' face;
There always they admiring are
Eternal boundless grace.
6 They're in the house not made with hands, In heaven eternally
They dwell, and with the rays of Christ
They shine most gloriously.
They're freed from labor, sorrow, sin,
From cumbrance, peril pain: Then we shall find what'er we did For Christ, was not in vain.
8 How Heas's work is here begun,
The work of singing praise,
The work and will of God in Christ,
Which there will last always.
The Weary Traveller.
COME all ye weary travellers,
Now let us join and sing
The everlasting praises
Of Jesus our great king.
We've had a tedious journey,
And tiresome 'tis true;
But see how many dangers
The Lord has brought us through.
2 At first when Jesus found us,
He call'd us unto him,
And pointed out the danger
Of falling into sin.
The world, the flesh, and Satan,
Wouli prove a fatal snare,
Unless we did reject them
By faith and humble pray'r.
3. But by our disobedience,
With sorrow we confess,
We have had long to wander,
In a dark wilderness;
Where we might long have fainted,
In that enchanted ground,
But now and then a cluster
Of pleasant grapes we found.'
4. The pleasant fruits of Canaan,
Give life, and joy, and peace,
Revive our drooping spirits,
And love and strength increase,
To confess our Lord and Master,
And run at his command,
And hasten on our journey
Unto the promis'd land.
5. With faith, and hope, and patience,
We're made for to rejoice;
And Jesus and his people
Forever are our choice.
In peace and consolation
We now are going on,"
The pleasing way to Canaan,
Where Jesus Christ is gone.
6. Sioners, why stand you idle,
While we do march along?
Has conscience never told you,
That you are going wrong,
Down the broad road to darkness,
To bear an endless curse?
Forsake your ways of sinning,
And come and go with us.
7. But if you will refuse it,
We bid you all farewell;
We're on the road to Canaan,
And you the road to hell;
We're sorry for to leave you,
We'd rather you would go ;
Come, try a bleeding Saviour,
And see the waters flow.
S. Now to the king immortal
Be everlasting praise,
For in his holy service
We long to spend our days,
Till we arrive at Canaan,
Th'celestial world above,
With everlasting wonder,
To praise redeeming love.
The Enjoyments of Heaven.
THINE earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire,
With ardent pangs of strong desire.
2. No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues.
3. No rude alarms of raging foes;
No cares to break cur long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred light, eternal noon.
A Morning Hymn.
Now the shades of night are gone,
Now the morning light is come,
Lord we would be thine to day,
Drive the shade of sin away.
2. Make our souls as noon-day clear,
Banish every doubt and fear;
In thy vineyard Lord to-day
We would labor, we would pray.
3. Keep our haughty passions bound,
Rising up and sitting down,
Going out and coming in,
Keep us safe from every sin.
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When our work of life is past,
O receive us then at las;
Labor then will all be o'er,
Night of sin will be no more,
HYMN 23.
A Hymn for Baptism.
COME ye redeemed of the Lord,
Come and obey his sacred word,
He dy'd and rose again for you,
What more could the Redeemer do?
2. We to this place are come to show ;
What we to boundless mercy owe;
The Saviour's footsteps to explore,
And tread the path he trod before.
3. Eternal spirit, heavenly dove,
On these baptismal waters move ;
That we through energy divine,
May have the substance with the sign.
HYMN 24.
On the Swiftness of Time.
Mr days, my weeks. my months my years, Fly rapid lik the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole :
Time like a tide its motion keeps,
Till I shall launch those boundless deeps, Where endless ages roll.
2. The grave is near the cradle seen : How swift the moments pass between And whisper as they fly,
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