5 O what amazing joys they feel And spread the triumphs of their King 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst them there, And view Thy face, and sing, and love? 526 1 Isaiah vi. 5. C. M. FATHER, I long, I faint to see The place of Thine abode; WATTS. I'd leave Thine earthly courts, and flee 2 Here I behold Thy distant face, But to abide in Thine embrace 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense 4 There I would vie with all the host While "less than nothing" I could boast, And "vanity" confess. 5 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes, Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise 527 Col. iii. 1, 2. 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6. MADAN. 1 ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace: Rise from transitory things, Sun, and moon, and stars decay; 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course: 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn; And earth exchanged for heaven. 528 Psalm xxxix. 12. 8.8.6. J. WESLEY. 'How free from every anxious thought, OW happy is the pilgrim's lot; From worldly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. 2 Nothing on earth I call my own; I trample on their whole delight, 3 There is my house and portion fair, For me my elder brethren stay, 529 1 THOU whose throne is hid from men Before whose face e'en seraphs shrink, 2 Here we Thy people sit forlorn, 3 This day Thou hast in store for us, 4 But ah! too long thou lingerest, For why? this body's toilsome load 5 But when my soul hath winged her flight, From earthly bonds set free, To see Thee, love Thee, praise Thy name, 6 O may we so, blest Three in One, HIS VOWS. 530 Phil. iii. 13. 8.8.8.8.6. OBERLIN.* 1 LORD, Thy heavenly grace impart, To Thee, my God, to Thee. 2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; 4 Renouncing every worldly thing, In Thee, my God, in Thee. 531 1 Mark viii. 38. L. M. GREGG. JESUS, and can it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of Thee? Scorned be the thought by rich and poor; 5 Till then-nor is the boasting vain- 532 1 L' Gal. vi. 14. C. M. NEWTON. ET worldly minds the world pursue; Once I admired its trifles too; 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3 As by the light of opening day 4 Creatures, no more divide my choice: His name, and love, and gracious voice 5. Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone, But may I hope that Thou wilt own 6 Yes, though of sinners e'en the worst, For, if Thou hadst not loved me first, 533 1 Cor. vi. 17. 8. M. DODDRIDGE. 1 M Y Saviour, I am Thine, By everlasting bands: My name, my heart, I would resign: 2 To Thee I still would cleave With ever-growing zeal : Let millions tempt me Christ to leave, |