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5. The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make:
And heav'nly joys partake.
that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest.
HYMN 516. c. M. 1. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart
Their influence to our song. 9. Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,
And discord there shall cease ; And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the realms of peace. 3. The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more ; But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore. 4. There, on a throne, how dazzling bright,
Th’exalted Saviour shines, And beams ineffable delight
On all the heav'nly minds.
Join in immortal songs,
Employ their tuncful tongues.
Our feeble notes inspire ; "Till in thy blissful courts above, We join the angelic choir.
HYMN 517. C. M. 1. NOW let a true ambition rise,
And ardour fire our breasts, To reign in worlds above the skies,
In heav'nly glories drest.
2. Behold Jehovah's royal hand
A radiant crown display,
While suns and stars decay.
Nor longer call it mine:
Immortal and divine.
The glorious prize pursue;
HYMN 518. c. M. 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-with’ring flow'rs. Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly 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.
To cross this narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise ; And view the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes !
And view the landscape o'er ;
Faiņ would my heart explore,
Where grief and pain for ever cease,
And I shall sin no more. 2. No darkness' there shall cloud the eyes,
No languor seize the frame; But ever active vigour rise
To feed the vital flame.
Extends its awful gloom :
The horrors of the tomb. 4. O for the eye of faith divine,
To pierce beyond the grave!
Whose arm is strong to save !
Light breaks amid the gloom, Trust in Jehovah's love, nor fear The horror's of the tomb.
HYMN. 520. L. M. 1. FROM this world’s joys and senseless mirth,
O come, my soul ! in haste retire ; Assume the grandeur of thy birth,
And to thy native heav'n aspire, 2. 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee blest,
Can ev'ry wish and want supply ; Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,
Are all above the lofty sky. 3. Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought! Free from th’approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot. 4. There shall mortality no more
Its wide extended empire boast ! Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r;
In life's unbounded ocean lost. 5. There dwells the sov'reign Lord of all,
The God that all the worlds adore; With whom is bliss that cannot pall, And joys that last for evermore,
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Awake my soul ! stretch ev'ry nerve
Begin, my soul, th'exalted lay
Behold, where, breathing love
Beset with snares on ev'ry hand
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