387 The Sight of God and Christ the Joy of Heaven. Of our almighty Father's throne! And thrones and powers before him fall; The glorious triumphs of their King! 388 P - L. M. UP to the fields where angels lie, 2 Oh might I once mount up and see 3 Great All in All! eternal King! 389 Heavenly Joy on Earth. COME, we that love the Lord, 2 Let those refuse to sing, 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, f Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound, We're marching through Immanuel's ground, 390 f 7s. Pleyel's Hymn. Pilton. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest; Aff 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. 391 This Life a Pilgrimage. mp LORD, what a wretched land is this, No cheering fruits-no wholesome trees, 2 Our journey is a thorny maze, mf Forget these troubles of the ways, dol 3 There, on a green and flowery mount, Len Our weary souls shall sit f And with transporting joy recount 4 Eternal glory to the King, Whose hand conducts us through; 392 C. M. Medford. Dedham. ETERNAL God, our wondering souls Admire thy matchless grace; That thou wilt walk-that thou wilt dwell 2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace Through all the gloom, one smile of thine 3 Nor shall I through eternal days Thy hand, that now directs my course, 4 Joyful my spirit will consent And hail the sharpest pangs of death, 393 L. M. Uxbridge. Danvers. ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime, 2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 3 Shall aught beguile me on the road, 4 To dwell with God!-to taste his love, 394 P WE'VE no abiding city here; 2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love, mf Had 1 the pinions of a dove, I'd fly to thee-and be at rest. pl 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine! The time my God appoints is best: mf While here, to do his will be mine, And his to fix my time of rest. 88, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. 395 God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength. GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Feed me till I want no more. Lead me all my journey through: Be thou still my strength and shield. I will ever give to thee. C. M. Grafton, Medfiera. 396 Contemplation of Death and Glory. MY soul, come, meditate the day, When thou must quit this house of clay, 2 Oh! could we die with those who die, Then would our spirits learn to fly, 3 Then should we see the saints above, 4 We should almost forsake our clay And pray, and wish our souls away 397 Looking from Earth to Heaven. mp LET death dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home: mp Why do my days move on so slow, 2 God has laid up in heaven for me 3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe And to his heavenly kingdom take 4 God is my everlasting aid, My portion-and my friend; f To him be highest glory paid, Through ages without end. 398 C. M. Bedford. St. Martin's, OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, In ever-blooming prospect rise, 3 Lord, send a beam of light divine, 4 Oh then, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, f 399 C. M. Christmas. Warwick. WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I hid farewell to every fear, |