4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
Hope of Heaven by Christ.
1 BLEST be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;
Be his abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised his Son,
And called him to the sky,
He gave our souls a joyful hope,
That they should never die.
3 What though his uncontrolled decree
Command our flesh to dust?
Yet, as the Lord, our Saviour, rose,
So all his followers must.
4 To an inheritance divine,
He taught our hearts to rise;
"Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
Unfading, in the skies.
5 Saints by the power of God are kept
Till his salvation come;
We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.
1 AND art thou, gracious Master, gone
A mansion to prepare for me?
Shall I behold thee on thy throne,
And there forever sit with thee?
Then, let the world approve or blame,
I'll triumph in thy glorious name.
2 What transport, Lord, shall fill my heart,
When thou my worthless name wilt own!
When I shall see thee as thou art,
And know as I myself am known!
From sin, and fear, and sorrow free,
My soul shall find its rest in thee.
387 The Sight of God and Christ the Joy of Heaven.
1 OH! for a sight-a pleasing sight
Of our almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,
Clothed with a body like our own.
2 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds bright glories on them all!
3 Oh! what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And echo from each heavenly hill,
The glorious triumphs of their King!
4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amidst them there,
And view thy face and sing thy love? /
1 UP to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts ascend on high,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.
2 Oh might I once mount up and see
The glories of th' eternal skies!
How vain a thing this world would be !
How empty all its fleeting joys!
3 Great All in All! eternal King!
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.
1 COME, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared-
There your kingdom and reward.
Aff 4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
mp 1 LORD, what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply,
No cheering fruits-no wholesome trees,
No streams of living joy?
2 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.
dol 3 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit-
And with transporting joy recount
The labors of our feet.
4 Eternal glory to the King,
Whose hand conducts us through;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,
And endless praise renew.
1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls
Admire thy matchless grace;
That thou wilt walk-that thou wilt dwell
With Adam's sinful race.
2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace
The desert with delight:
Through all the gloom one smile of thine
Can dissipate the night.
3 Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgr
Thy hand, that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.
4 Joyful my spirit will consent
To drop its mortal load,
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break its way to God.
1 ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;
Remove the parting vail-and see
The glories of eternity!
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,
While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well
As not to long with God to dwell?
4 To dwell with God!-to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
The glorious expectation now
Is heavenly bliss begun below.
1 WE'VE no abiding city here;
We seek a land beyond our sight;
Zion its name-the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.
2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest!
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd fly to thee-and be at rest.
pl1 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.
8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville.
God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.
1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
Contemplation of Death and Glory.
* 1 MY soul, come, meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
2 Oh! could we die with those who die,
And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead :-
3 Then should we see the saints above
In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.
4 We should almost forsake our clay
Before the summons come,
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