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3 With pining sickness I decay, 12 They praise the Lamb who once was
away; But we can add a higher strain ; [slain,
, To set my longing soul at large; Justice consign'd them all to hell; Quickly thy blessed hosts command But mercy form’d a wondrous plan To carry me to thy right hand. To save and honor fallen man. 5 My loving friends, farewel, farewel, Jesus, who pass'd the angels by, I go with Jesus Christ to dwell, Assum'd our flesh to bleed and die; Welcome my heav'nly country now,
He who redeem'd us by his blood, Parents and brethren, all adieu ! As man, still fills the throne of God..
5 Immanuel, our Brother now, F. Concerning the holy Angels. Is he 'fore whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise his name,
But we the nearest int’rest claim,
When we from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see our God who dy'd for man, To bear his vengeance or his love. And praise him more than angels can! 3. With gladness they obey his will,
928.* T. 70. And all his purposes fulfil; All those who Jesus' children are,
THE holy angels, Are special objects of their care.
When they to Christ draw near,
Fall down before him, 4 Our God defends us day by day Their God, with holy fear, From many dangers in our way,
And with profound humiliation, By angels, who for ever keep
Exceeding all our representation. A watchful eye, when we're asleep.
2 Heirs of salvation, 5 O Lord, we'll bless thee all our days,
Redeemed with Christ's blood,
They'll guard us till we shall assemble,
THE seraphim of God 927. T. 22,
Exalt :11: their voices loud, Now let us join our hearts and With joy.'fore him they shout;, tongues,
Their holy choirs in heav'nly blaze And emulate the angels' songs;
Sing constantly with cover'd face,
Holy, Holy is God-Holy is God,
2. Thereto'the church of Christ,
931:* T. 583. His flesh:11: and bone confess'd, THANKS to our Lord for all the Sings, Amen! God be prais'd!
[race; Above and here one voice doth sound: Wherewith his angels guard his chosen Praise him who hath for us aton'd!
Whene'er they ask for his supreme To God in highest strain !
[hands. To the Lamb slain !
Hegives them charge to bear us in their
ANGELS astonish'd view their God
As Son of man to sinners giv'n; And all the world shall quake with fear, With awe they saw his streaming blood, Then will with joy 'fore him appear
Were struck, and silence was in The countless ransom'd race,
heav'n; And sing his praise
Now they with all the saints in light In never-ceasing lays.
Worship the Lamb enthron'd above, And praise the length, the breadth,
the height, 930.
And depth of God's stupendous love, T. 14.
HOLY, holy, holy,
and bless the Lord !
Sings th' angelic choir;
Might we, sinners, truly
Glow with heav'nly fire;
Deeply bow'd in dust,
Son, and Holy Ghost.
XXXVIII. Of our Departure unto the Lord, and the
Resurrection of the Body,
3 Come, saith thy bride, who longs
Of all else she is weary,
And prays to thee incessantly,
Tho' not by thee forsaken, Jesus, my Bridegroom, come to me,
Already is betrothed.
4 I am assurd, nor life nor death 2 I tell the hours and days and years, Me from thy love can sever,
And think them tedious ages, While I abide in thee by faith,
What though this time seem long to
I have in thy communion,
4 Hear thou our hearts' desire, FAREWEL henceforth for ever,
Most gracious Lord and Saviour, All empty worldly joys;
Let us in peace expire, Farewel, for Chțist my Saviour
And rise to meet thy favor; Alone my thoughts employs :
And when thou shalt assign In heav'n's my conversation,
His doom to ev'ry one, Where the redeem'd possess
Thy righteousness divine In him complete salvation,
Shall be our boast alone, The gift of God's free-grace, 2 Counsel me, dearest Jesus,
T. 74 According to thy heart;
THE Lord my Portion is, Heal thou all my diseases,
I know no other bliss, And ev'ry harm avert:
Here nor eternally, Be thou my consolation
But that which flows to me While here on earth I live,
From Jesus' blood and death, And at my expiration
Whereon I trust by faith. Me to thyself receive,
2 Thou know'st, O God, that I, 3 May in my heart's recesses
Were I just now to die, Thy name and cross always
No Saviour have beside, Shine forth, with all their graces,
But Christ who for me dy'd; To yield me joy and peace;
He is my faithful Friend, Stand 'fore me in that figure,
Whose mercies never end. Wherein thou bar'st for us
3 I shall, when time is o'er, Justice in all its rigour,
Behold for evermore Expiring on the cross.
My Saviour, Lord and God, 936.* T. 146. Who bought me by, his blood,
And view the wounds which he THE grace enjoy'd by faith
Received once for me. In Jesus' incarnation,
4 The time to time is known, His wounds and bitter death,
Meanwhile be this alone
My care, that thro' his grace,
I so may run my race,
die, Until we hence depart.
And live eternally.
fear? YE who Jesus' patients are, No, we with deep abasement, Let your hearts be tending Yet joyful, would adore
Thither, where ye wish to share The Lamb who shed his blood, Bliss that's never ending; And own him evermore
O may ye-constantly, Our Saviour, Lord and God. Wean'd from things terrestrial, 3 Ah, might the time soon come,
Look for joys celestial. When thou, our soul's Beloved, 2 Fixing all our thoughts above, Shalt fetch thy children home;
Where each true believer Our inmost soul is moved, Will, for his redeeming love, To think we shall behold
Praise the Lord for ever,
We find consolation
3 He is, as long as life shall last,
The Source of all their bliss, How soon, exalted Jesus,
And when they from this world depart, Thou wilt to us reveal
They see him as he is, Thy countenance most glorious,
4 Lord, may I live to thee by faith, That none as yet can tell ;
To thee Ó may I die, So as thou didst appear
For thine I am in life and death,
Thine, thine eternally,
942. ? Till then, thou wilt call over, ALTHO’a pardou'd sinner's mind Out of thy family,
To be with Christ is most inclin'd, Now one, and then another,
Yet, long as he remaineth here, To be at rest with thee:
Be it a day, a month, or year, [grace, O grant us needful grace,
If but his heart be daily cheer'd by That we may run our race
With patience he can run his destin'd Relying on thy mercy, Till we shall see thy face.
2 We in this world no city have
Where we to fix our dwelling crave; 940. T. 11.
For as a trav'ller on the road LORD, my times are in thy hand,
Oft rests, but hath no fix'd abode, ,
Life's comforts thus we welcome, not Be they then at thy command ;
[view, Let me live to thee alone, Then the sting of death is gone.
But keep our heav’nly mansion still in 2 Whither should I, sinner, flee,
943. Lord, for shelter, but to thee ?
LORD, whither can I sinner flee, Thou hast gone before, in grace, When I
go hence but to thy breast ? To prepare a resting-place.
For I have sought no other home, 3 Bearing my sin's heavy load,
For I have found no other rest, All thy steps were mark'd with blood, When earthly cares engross the mind, From the garden to the cross,
And turn my thoughtsaside from thee, Suff’ring to retrieve our loss, Then the successive days and nights
Seem long and wearisome to me. 4. By thy bitter agony, By thy life pour'd out for me,
2 My God, and can a needy child,
That loves thee in humility, Oh, let me, a sinner, find
God a Friend most kind. From thy dear presence be exild, my
Or ever separated be?
O no, for in thy wounded hands
By faith my name engrav'd I see; WHETHER the period of this life
Firm and secure thy promise stands, Be long or short, we know,
Thatwhere thou art thy friends shall be. 'Tis in itself of no great weight,
944. T. 96. We're pilgrims here below.
and feebleness extreme, 2 Thrice happy they, who in this time Who shall a helpless worm redeem! In Jesus Christ believe,
Jesus, my only hope thou art, And as a living sacrifice
Strength of my failing flesh and heart! ļo him their bodies give.*
O could I catch a smile from thec, * Rom. xii, 1.
And drop into eternity!
2 Christ is risen from the dead,
Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour; MAKE my calling and election,
Of what should I be afraid ! Jesus, ev'ry day more sure;
I with him shall live for ever.
Can the HEAD forsake his limb,
3 No, my soul he cannot leave, When in thee I end my race
This, this is my consolation; Weeping shall for ever cease.
And my body in the grave
Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal flesh shall see 946.* T, 37
Incorruptibility: My happy lot is here
4 Closely by love's sacred bands The Lamb to follow;
I am join’d to him already, Be this my only care
And my faith's outstretched hands Each step to hallow,
To embrace Lord are ready; And thus await the time
Death itself shall never part
Mine and my Redeemer's heart.
5 Flesh I bear, and therefore must
Unto dust be once reduced,
This I own, but from the dust
I shall be to life produced,
And, convey'd to endless bliss,
Live where my Redeemer is.
6 In my body, when restor'd But the favor
To the likeness of his body, To have thee, tho' still unseen, I shall see my God, my Lord, Ever near us-doth revive and cheer My Beloved in his glory;
In my flesh eternally
My Redeemer I shall see. 948. . T. 590.
7 These mine eyes most certainly
Shall behold and know my Saviour, OUR conversation is in heav'n,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I,
Him to see shall have the favor:.
Ever shall be done away.
8 What here sickens, sighs,and groans, A glorious body, form'd for realms Thereo'er death shall prove victorious; Of everlasting bliss.
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heav'nly they shall rise, and glorious:
What is natural, sown here,
Shall once spiritual rise there.
This world's lusts, vain, transitory, O! what pleasing hopes from thence Cleave to him ev'n here in love,
My believing heart deriveth! Whom we hope to see in glory: Else death's long and gloomy night. May our minds tend constantly Would my guilty soul affright, Where we ever wish to be.