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Soon shall close thine earthly mission:

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days:
Hope shall change to full fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 122

TEARER, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee;
E’en though it be a cross

That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
Though like a wanderer,

The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,

My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
There let my way appear

Steps unto heaven,
All that thou sendest me

In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!
Then with my waking thoughts

Bright with thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs

Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee!

And when on joyful wing,

Cleaving the sky;
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,

Upward I fly;
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee,

Nearer to thee !


WED by a mortal's frown, shall I

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How then should I before Him stand;
How meet the terrors of his hand ?
Shall I, to please the thoughtless throng,
Soften thy truths, and smooth my tongue;
Or, lured with idle pleasures, flee
The cross, O Lord, endured by thee?
And what is man, his pride and power?
The passing vapour of an hour :
Lord, to thyself my spirit raise,
Above the world, its scorn or praise.
My life, my heart, my soul are thine;
Bright in thine image may I shine :
In me fulfil thy pleasure, Lord;
Thy will be done, thy name adored !

"ESUS, and shall it ever be,
mortal man

ashamed of thee? Scorn'd be the thought by rich and poor! O may I scorn it more and more!


Ashamed of Jesus ? Of that Friend
On whom for heaven my hopes depend ?
It must not be: be this my shame,
That I no more revere his Name!.
Ashamed of Jesus? Yes, I

When I've no crimes to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no joy to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
Till then (nor is the boasting vain),
Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain :
And, O may this my portion be,
That Saviour not ashamed of me!

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COUNT, my soul, to things above,

Speed thy flight from earthly love, Through this thorny desert flow Streams of bitterness and woe; Here thy portion's to complain, Grieve for sin, and grieve again; Here thy faith, like silver tried, Must the fiery test abide. Yet exult in Christ, my soul ! He can all thy griefs control, He a sovereign balm can find, Healing to the wounded mind; Only trust the Prince of Peace, Soon shall all thy sorrows cease, Look to heaven thy purchased home, Wait till Jesus quickly come.

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SAVIOUR, may we never rest,
Till thou hast calm’d our troubled breast,

And crush'd the power of sin ! O may we gaze upon thy cross,

Until the wondrous sight Makes earthly treasures seem but dross,

And earthly sorrows light!
Until released from carnal ties,

Our spirit upward springs,
And sees true peace above the skies,

True joy in heavenly things.
There, as we gaze, may we become

United, Lord, to thee,
And in a fairer, happier home,

Thy perfect beauty see. 127

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.
Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course :
Fire ascending seeks the sun:

Both speed them to their source.
So, a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upwards tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;

Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies :
Yet a season, and we know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

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from care,


LL scenes alike engaging prove

To souls impress'd with sacred love;
Where'er they dwell, they dwell with Thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm, and fre
On any shore, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.
Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were, indeed, a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
Then let me to his throne repair,
And never be a stranger there;
Then love divine shall be my guard,
And peace and safety my reward.

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