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s With it the thoughtless sons of men

Before the rapid streams are borne
On to that everlasting home,

Where not one soul can e'er return.
4 Yet while the shore on either side

Presents a gaudy flattering shew,
We gaze, in fond amusement lost,

Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great source of wisdom, teach my

To know the price of every hour;
That time may bear me on to joys

Beyond its measure, and its power.
CCXCIII. Christ's Love to the Church in giving himself for it, &c.

Ephesians v. 25—27.
1 BRIDEGROOM of souls, how rich thy love!

How generous, how divine!
Our inmost hearts it well may move,

While thus our voices join.
2 Deform’d and wretched once we lay,

Worthy thy hate and scorn ;
Yet love like thine could find a way

To rescue and adorn.
3 Thou art our ransom; from thy veins

A wondrous fountain flows,
To wash thy bride from all her stains,

And heal our deepest woes.
4 Transform'd by thee, e'en here below

Thy church is bright and fair :
But O! how glorious shall she shew,

When Jesus shall appear !
5 Thine eye shall all her form survey

With infinite delight,
Confess'd, in that illustrious day,

Unblemish'd in thy sight.
CCXCIV. Christ's Service, the Fruit of our Labours on Earth.

Philippians i. 22.
1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right


service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight

To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being, but for thee,

Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend ?

3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good ;
Nor future days, or powers employ

To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live;

To him, who for my ransom died,
Nor could untainted Eden give

Such bliss, as blossoms at his side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigour is no more:
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.

CCXCV. The Happiness of departing, and being with Christ,

Philippians i. 23.
1 WHILE on the verge of life I stand,

And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with its clay,

And longs to wing its flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be ;

It faints my much-lov'd Lord to see:
Earth, twine no more about my heart,

For 'tis far better to depart.
3 Come, ye angelic envoys*, come,

And lead the willing pilgrim home :
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,

Source of my joys, and of your own. 4. That blessed interview, how sweet!

To fall transported at his feet!
Rais'd in his arms to view his face,

Through the full beamings of his grace! 5 To see heaven's shining courtiers round,

Each with immortal glories crown'd!
And, while his form in each I trace,

Belov’d, and loving, all to embrace ! 6 As with a Seraph's voice to sing !

To fly as on a cherub's wing !
Performing with unwearied hands

A present Saviour's high commands !
7 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,

I'll wait thy signal for my fight;
For, while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

* Messengers, ambassadors.

CCXCVI. Pressing on in the Christian Race. Philippians iii. 12–14. 1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,

Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye.
4 That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths *, and monarchs' gems

Shall blend in common dust.
5 Blest Saviour, introduc'd by thee,

Have I my race begun;
And crown'd with victory at thy feet

I'll lay my honours down.
CCXCVII. God supplying the Necessities of his People. Philippians

iv. 19, 20.
i My God, how cheerful is the sound !

How pleasant to repeat !
Well may that heart with pleasure bound,

Where God hath fix'd his seat.
2 What want shall not our God supply

From his redundant stores ?
What streams of mercy from on high

An arm Almighty pours !
3 From Christ, the ever-living spring,

These ample blessings flow :
Prepare, my lips, his name to sing,

Whose heart bath lov'd us so.
4 Now to our Father and our God

Be endless glory given,
Through all the realms of man's abode,

And through the highest heaven.

* Crowns or garlands given to conquerors.


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CCXCVIII. Thankfulness for being made meet for the heavenly In

heritance. Colossiaus i. 12.
1 ALL-Glorious God, what hymns of praise

Shall our transported voices raise?
What flaming love and zeal is due,

While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fall'n, and o! how low !

Just on the brink of endless woe;
Doom'd to a heritage in hell,

Where sinners all in darkness dwell.
3 But lo, a ray of cheerful light

Scatters the horrid shades of night!
Lo, what triumphant grace is shewn

To souls impoverish'd and undone!
4 Far, far beyond these mortal shores

A bright inheritance is ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,

To share their holy blissful state.
5 If ready drest for heaven we shine,

Thine are the robes, the crown is thine :
May endless years their course prolong,
While “ Thine the praise," is all our song.

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CCXCIX. Angels and Christians united in Christ, as their common

Head Colossians ii. 10.

AIL to Emanuel's ever-honour'd name!
Spread it, ye angels, through heaven's sacred

Ye scepter'd cherubim, before his throne,

And flaming Seraphim, bow humbly down.
He is your head; with prostrate awe adore him,
And lay with joy your radiant crowns before him.

Array'd in bis refulgent beams ye shine,
And draw existence from his source divine;
Grateful ye wait the signal of his hand,

Honour'd too highly by his least command: In him the indwelling Deity admiring,

And to his brighter image still aspiring.
3 Mortals with you in cheerful homage join,

And bring their anthems to Emanuel's shrine;
Mean as we are, with sins and griefs beset,

We glory, that in him we are complete.
He is our head, and we with you adore him,

pour our wants, our joys, our hearts before him.

We sing the blood, that ransom'd us from hell;
We sing the graces, that in Jesus dwell;
Led by his Spirit, guarded by his hand,

Our hopes anticipate your goodly land;
Still his incarnate Deity admiring,

And with heaven's hierarchy* in praise conspiring. CCC. Christians, as risen with Christ, exhorted to seek Things above.

Colossians iii. 1.
1 HEARKEN, ye children of your God;

Ye heirs of glory, hear;
For accents so divine as these

Might charm the dullest ear.
2 Baptiz'd into your Saviour's death,

Your souls to sin must die;
With Christ our Lord ye

With Christ ascend on high.
3 There at his Father's hand he sits

Enthron'd divinely fair;
Yet owns himself your brother still,

And your forerunner there.
4 Rise from these earthly trifles, rise,

On wings of faith and love;
Jesus your choicest treasure lies,

And be your hearts, above.
5 But earth and sin will drag us down,

When we attempt to fly;
Lord, send thy strong attractive force

To raise and fix us high.


CCCI. The Prosperity of the Church, the Life of a faithful Minister.

i Thessalonians iii. 8.

LEST Jesus, bow thine ear,

While we intreat thy love;
O come, and all our hearts possess,

And our best passions move.
2 May we stand fast in thee,

Though storms and tempests beat;
And in thy guardian-arms obtain

A calm and safe retreat."
3 Still be thy truth maintain'd,

And still thy word obey'd,
And to the merits of thy blood 15!

A constant homage paid.

* The several orders of angels,

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