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My happy soul shall drink and feast
On love's unbounded sea-
Is pleasing news to me.
And bear me through the sky;
Make haste and bring it nigh!
And in thy image shine-
And be for ever thine.
To praise th' eternal King;
I'll make his praises ring ;
Who died on Calvary,.
From endless misery!
To praise th' eternal Three;
In deep humility;
And sweep th' immortal lyre,
They'll raise his praises higher.
123. 11's. Altered. The dying Christian in a happy frame. My
Could I meet with bright angels, I'd sing
them a song, I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charms,
And beg them to bear me to his loving arms. 2 0 Jesus! sweet Jesus! thou balm of my soul, "Twas thou, my dear Saviour, that made my heart
O bring me to view thee, thou precious sweet King
In oceans of glory thy praises to sing.
I sink in sweet visions to view the bright goal,
This moment, for Jesus I'd leave all below.
Farewell to all sorrow, I'm now going home :
"Twill outshine, when rising, the sun at noon-day. 5 The sun shall be darken'd—the moon turn'd to blood,
The mountains all melt at the presence of God: Amid vivid lightnings, and thunder's loud roar, We'll ascend to sweet Jesus, to praise evermore.
124. 11's. Altered.
To converse with God in the duty of prayer ; With fervent devotion his throne I address,
And feel it is pleasant, indeed, to be here! 2 The Bible I open, my duty to learn,
And hear the blest volume his glory declare Tis Jesus can make my heart in me to burn,
And fill me with rapture-'tis good to be here! 3 With brothers and sisters in Christ I unite,
And often with singing to Salem repair;
How precious the season 'tis good to be here! 4 When some sore affliction deprives me of rest,
And Satan's temptations exhibit despair;
"Tis sweet conversation—'tis good to be here! 5 When some Christian brother, whose heart burns
And shows me the worth of my treasure above,
How charming the prospect ! 'tis good to be here! 6 How oft when thick darkness my way doth surround,
And I unto Salem for worship repair,
My heart burns within me—'tis good to be here!
125. 8. 8. 6. Harrison.
Of sinful mirth and carnal joys,
And I desire no more.
For these have all their snares;
And I am free from cares.
For these are trifling things; The little room for me design'd, Will suit as well my easy mind
As palaces of kings.
Extravagance and waste ;
Will better suit my taste.
And faith to trust the word ;-
Nor wish to rove abroad.
126. 10. 11. Anon.
The vanily of the world.
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er A country I've found, where true joys abound,
To dwell I'm determin'd on that happy ground. 2 No mortal doth know what Christ can bestow,
What life, strength and comfort-go after him, go! So onward I move to meet him above
None knows how delightful my journey shall prove 3 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin,
'Midst outward afflictions have comfort within: And still, which is best, I, in his dear breast,
As at the beginning, find pardon and rest. 4 When I am to die, receive me, I 'll cry,
For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot tell why;
He 'll not live in glory and leave me behind. 5 In praises we'll meet, and harmony sweet
All glory to Jesus! I'll then be complete.
127. P. N. Allered. Submission to Providence.
, Bids us be quiet under all his dealings; Never repining, but for ever praising
God our Creator. 2 Well may we praise him, all his ways are perfect
, With a resplendence infinitely glorious, Dazzling in glory on the sight of mortals
Struck blind by lustre. 2 Good is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine,
No less his goodness in the storm and thunder:
, Infinitę kindness,
4 Clouds and thick darkness, though his thronc sur
rounding, Teach us, like Moses, to approach and tremble: Light from his presence, like resplendent sunbeams,
Breaks through and cheers us. =Ö Then to the wisdom of my Lord and Master,
I will commit all that I have or wish for;
When call'd to yield it.
128. 8.7. Pearce. Afflictions bring us nearer to God. N the floods of tribulation,
Jesus whispers consolation,
And supports my fainting soul:
From the eater food is given;
Singing as I wade to heaven.
With increased brightness play ;
Oft precedes the dawn of day:
Doth my faithful Lord appear,
To reanimate and cheer.
Billows still around me roar;
But my soul defies their power:
Thus his word securely stands,
• Nought shall pluck thee from my hands.'