2 Where Jesus dwells my foul wou'd be;
And faints my much-lov'd LORD to fee;
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
Eor 'tis far better to depart.
3 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..
4 That blissful interview, how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet!
Rais'd in his arms, to view his face,
Thro' the full bearings of his grace!
5 As with a Seraph's voice to fing!
To fly as on a Cherub's wing!
Performing with unweary'd hands
The prefent Saviour's high commands
6. Yet with these profpects full in fight,
We'll wait thy fignal for the flight;
For while thy fervice we purfue,
We find a heaven begun below..
SALVATION. APPROACHING. ROM. x 115.
AWAKE, ye faints, and lift your eyes,
And raife your voices high,
Awake, and praife that fov'reign love.
That fhews falvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
And each revolving year.
3 Not many years their round fhall run,
Nor many mornings rife,
Ere all its glories ftand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.
4 Ye wheels of nature, fpeed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Faft as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.
THE PROSPECT OF HEAVEN MAKES
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where faints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow fea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3. Sweet fields beyond the fwelling flood Stand drefs'd, in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan ftood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But fearful mortals start and shrink
To crofs this narrow fea
And linger, fhiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to lanch away.
5 O cou'd we make our doubts remove, Thofe gloomy doubts that rife,
And fee the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes !
6 Cou'd we but climb where Mofes stood, And view the landskip o'er,
Not Jordan's ftreams, nor death's cold flood.
Shou'd fright us from the fhore.
HYMN 364.
THE PASSING BELL...
FT as the bell with folemn toll
Speaks the departure of a foul,
Let each one afk himfelf, Am I
Prepar'd, fhould I be call'd to die?
2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preferves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
Then leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I muft go;
Muft hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.
4 But could I bear to hear him fay,
"DEPART, ACCURSED, far away;
With devils in the loweft hell
Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell."
LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,
And feek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my fins, and in me live.
6 Then when the folemn bell I hear,
If fav'd from guilt, I need not fear:
Nor would the thought diftreffing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.
7 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
And wait impatient for thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth refign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine.
HYMN 365..
BEFORE SERMON.
Does it not grief and wonder move
To think of Ifrael's dreadful fall,
Who needed miracles to prove Whether the LORD were GOD, of Baal! 2 Methinks I fee Elijah ftand,
His features glow with love and zeal;
In faith and prayer he lifts his hand,
And makes to heav'n his great appeal
3 "O Gop if I thy fervant am, If 'tis thy meffage fills my heart; Now glorify thy holy name:
And fhew this people who thou art.” 4 He fpoke, and lo, a fudden flame Confum'd the wood, the duft, the stone. The people ftruck, at once proclaim, "The LORD is GOD, the LORD alone." Like him we mourn an awful day, When more for Baal than GoD appear; Like him, believers, let us pray, And may the GOD of Ifrael hear.
6 LORD! If thy fervant fpeaks thy truth,
If he indeed is fent by thee;
Confirm the word to all our youth,
And let them thy falvation fee.
7 Now may thy Spirit's holy fire
Pierce ev'ry heart that hears thy word,
Confume each hurtful vain defire,
And make them know thou art the LORD.
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