2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed, My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light Shall there His beams display; 5 No more the drops of piercing grief 6 There all the millions of His saints And each the bliss of all shall view 628 Col. iii. 1, 2. 1 NO OW let our souls on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting veil and see The glories of eternity. 2 Born by a new celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large; Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel His love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; Sweet is the expectation now, It is the dawn of heaven below. 629 1 A 1 Cor. xiii. 12. C. M. FAWCETT. S through a glass we dimly see 2 'Tis but in part we know Thy will, 3 With rapture shall we then survey 630 1 1 John iii. 1, 2. S. M. WATTS. BEHOLD, what wondrous grace The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God. 2 "Tis no surprising thing 3 That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King God's everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May purge our souls from sense and sin, 5 If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit like a dove, 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And Thou the kindred own. 1 FROM ROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds. 2 The holy triumphs of my soul 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In pleasure and in praise. And endless ages I'll adore 632 1 James iv. 14. 8.7.8.7.7.7. KELLY. HAT is life? 'tis but a vapour, W Soon it vanishes away: Life is like a dying taper; 2 See that glory, how resplendent! 3 Joyful crowds His throne surrounding, Through the heavens its praises sounding, Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly 4 Go, and share His people's glory, 633 Phil. i. 21. C. M. G. NOEL. 1 W And mourns the present pain; HEN musing sorrow weeps the past, How sweet to think of peace at last, 2 "Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is that heaven-taught faith surveys 4 It is that hope with ardour glows, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is that harassed conscience feels 6 O let me wing my hallowed flight And soar beyond these realms of night, 634 1 2 3 4 5 1 Thess. iv. 17. S. M. MONTGOMERY. FOR ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word; "Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, My Father's house on high, My thirsty spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, 6 For ever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word, |