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While here o'er earth we rove;
The kindling of Thy love.
All time, and toil, and care:
If Thou, my God, art here.
And bid my heart rejoice;
- And echo to Thy voice.
'Tis all I wish to seek ;
And hear Thee inly speak.
'Till I Thy glory see!
And find my heav'n in Thee.
· Enjoyment of Christ.
Let my religious hours alone:
I wait a visit, LORD, from Thee.
And kindles with a pure desire;
3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet Thy entertainments are !
Redeeming grace, and dying love.
In Thee Thy FATHER's glories shine;
Lymn, Longing to praise Christ belter. i LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll
O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul,
Repair'd and honour'd by the cross ;
And see the man that groan’d and died
Sit glorious by His FATHER's side; 3 My passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
For want of their immortal strains ;
Must fall below Thy victories.
When we shall leave these bodies here,
1 O HAPPY soul! that lives on high,
While men lie grov'lling here! His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While peace and joy combine
Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God;
His God in secret sees :
He dwells in heav'nly peace.
4. His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of sinners climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise His figure here;
Till CHRIST His life appear.
To meet that glorious day;
To fetch His soul away.
Heavenly joy on eurth.
And let our joys be known;
And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place!
To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
May speak their joys abroad. 4. This awful God is our's,
Our FATHER, and our love ;
To carry us above. .
And never, never sin;
Drink endless pleasures in. 6 Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create. 7 The men of grace have found .
Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow,
8 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 9 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
To fairer worlds on high.
1 JESUS, I love Thy charming Name,
'Tis music to my ear;
That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
And gold is sordid dust.
In Thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, . .
And shed it's fragrance there;
The cordial of it's care.
With my last lab'ring breath ;
The antidote of death,