p સ V 3 Creation's mighty fabric all The skies consume, the planets fall, There's nothing firm but heaven. 4 A stranger, lonely here I roam, From place to place am driven; I have no home but heaven. mf 5 The clouds disperse the light appears, My sins are all forgiven, f 689 m Triumphant grace hath quelled my fears HYMN 689, C. M. Heaven in Prospect. 1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, mf 2 Oh! the transporting, rapturous scene, Sweet fields, arrayed in living green, mƒ 3 O'er all those wide-extended plains, There, God, the Son, for ever reigns, 4 No chilling winds, no pois'nous breath, 5 When shall I reach that happy place, When shall I see my Father's face, 6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; "Though Jordan's waves should round me roll,Fearless I'd launch away. HYMN 690, 8s and 7s. The Christian's Flight to Heaven. WHAT Life is but a dying taper; O my soul! why wish to stay! f" 2 See that glory-how resplendent! Jesus reigns-the King of saints :— 3 Joyful crowds, his throne surrounding, Through the heavens his praises sounding, Spread thy wings, my soul! and fly 4 Go, and share his people's glory, ff" 691 mf 1 1 Mid the ransomed crowd appear;- RA HYMN 691, C. M. The blessed Society in Heaven. AISE thee, my soul! fly up, and run And say,--there 's nought below the sun, 2 There, on a high majestic throne, And sheds his glorious goodness down, 3 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits, No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, mf 4 Amid those ever-shining skies, While, banished sin, with sorrow, flies 5 The glorious tenants of the place 6 Jesus!-and when shall that dear day, When I shall leave this house of clay, 692 m mf V f EART HYMN 692, C. M. The everlasting Song. ARTH has engrossed my love too long; Upward, dear Father! to thy throne, 2 There, the blest man, my Saviour, sits;- On all the happy minds. 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, And move and charm the starry plains, 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs,- Jesus, the life of all our joys, Sounds sweet from every string. 5 Now let me mount, and join their song, My heart! my hand! my ear! my tongue! 6 I would begin the music here, And so my soul should rise; Oh! for some heavenly notes to bear 693 f 1 | V G1 HYMN 693, C. M. Victory through the Lamb. IVE me the wings of faith, to rise The saints above,-how great their joys,- 2 I ask them,—whence their vict'ry came? Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,- 3 They marked the footsteps he had trod; And foll'wing their incarnate God, mf 4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 694 mp 1 While the long cloud of witnesses HYMN 694, C. M. The Worship of Earth and Heaven. 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, Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, mf 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen ΙΛ mf With wonder and with love. 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, With joy they shrink to nothing there, 6 Father! I long, I faint to see 695 I'd leave thine earthly courts to be HYMN 695, 11s. Longing for Heaven. 1 I WOULD not live always; I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lucid mornings, that dawn on us here, Are followed by gloom, and beclouded with fear. 2 I would not live always; no,-welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, 696 166 HYMN 696, C. M. The Martyrs glorified. mf 1 "THESE glorious minds,-how bright they mf mp shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the happy seats 2 From torturing pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode; And strangely washed their raiment white, 3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne; Their warbling harps, and sacred songs, |