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1 OH! where shall rest be found!

Rest for the weary soul:

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh: "Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears.
There is a life above,

Unmeasur'd by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be driven from thy face,
For evermore undone.

HYMN 197.

2 Corinthians iv. 18.

1 HOW long shall earth's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the skies!

2 These transient scenes will soon decay,
They fade upon the sight;

And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

(С. М.)

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain!
With conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,
O'ershade the smiling noon.

4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise,

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.

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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.

2 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 power 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.

5 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;

Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join the angelic choir.

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1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours,

3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green ;
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim❜rous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With faith's illumin'd eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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1 SHOULD nature's charms, to please the eye,

In sweet assemblage join,

All nature's charms would droop and die,
Jesus, compar'd with thine.

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
And vain her blooming store;

Her brightness languishes to shade,
Her beauty is no more.

3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight
The Lord of glory dwells!

A veil of interposing night
His radiant face conceals.

4 O could my longing spirit rise
On strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,
My Saviour and my King!

5 There thousands worship at thy feet,
And there, (divine employ !)

The triumphs of thy love repeat
In songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;

Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?

HYMN 201.

Revelation vii. 9, &c.

1 WHO are these in bright array?
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day
Tuning their triumphant song?
Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
"Blessing, honour, glory, power,
"Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
"New dominion ev'ry hour."
2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand,

Through their great Redeemer's might
More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.




HYMN 202.

Genesis xxviii. 20, 21.

1 GOD of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blest,

Be with us through our pilgrimage;
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 0 spread thy shelt'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,

C. M.,

And, at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble pray'rs implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

HYMN 203,

1 Chronicles xxix. 10-13.

1 BLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel, Thou, our Father, and our Lord! Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd!

2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness,
Glory, vict'ry, are thine own;
All is thine in earth and heav'n,
Over all thy boundless throne,

3 Riches come of thee, and honour;
Pow'r and might to thee belong;
Thine it is to make us prosper,
Only thine to make us strong.

4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,
Hymns of gratitude we raise;

To thy Name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise!

HYMN 204.

Proverbs iii. 13-17.

1 OH! happy is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,

And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

More precious are her bright rewards
Than gems, or stores of gold.

3 Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,
And heav'nly crowns displays.

4 And, as her holy labours rise,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

(III. 3.)

(C. M.)

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