2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge,come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

Aff May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, ny all

mp 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll

Len Across my peaceful breast.

400

C. M.

Litchfield. Corinth.

The heavenly Canaan.

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;-

mf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

401

C. M.

Stephens. Judea.

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow-pain and death-
Are felt and feared no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?

C. M.

Nottingham. York.

402 Rest from Sin and Trouble in Heaven.

OUR sins, alas! how strong they are!
And, like a raging flood,
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And force us from our God.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his high commands,
Our cheerful feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our active zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we ever sing and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

5 Forever his dear, sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be

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The close of every song.

mf" HEAD of the church triumphant,
We joyfully adore thee;

Till thou appear, thy members here,
Shall sing like those in glory.

We lift our hearts and voices
In blest anticipation,

And cry aloud-and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

2 While in affliction's furnace,
And passing through the fire,

Thy love we praise, that knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hands, exulting

In thine almighty favor;
The love divine, that made us thine,
Shall keep us thine forever.

3 Thou dost conduct thy people

Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear, while thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.

The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;

By thee we will break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.

4 Faith now beholds the glory,
To which thou wilt restore us,
And earth despise, for that high prize,
Which thou hast set before us.
And if thou count us worthy,

We each, as dying Stephen,

Shall see thee stand at God's right hand,
To take us up to heaven.

404

C. M.

Colchester. Stamford.

Unshaken Hope.

FIRMLY I stand on Zion's hill,

And view my starry crown;

No power on earth my hope can shake,
Nor hell can thrust me down.

2 The lofty hills, and stately towers,
That lift their heads on high,
Shall all be levelled low in dust-
Their very names shall die.

3 The vaulted heavens shall melt away,
Built by Jehovah's hands;

But firmer than the heavens, the rock
Of my salvation stands.

405

C. M.

Marlow. Judea.

Communion of Saints on Earth with Saints in Heaven.
COME, let us join our friends above,

Who have obtained the prize,
And, on the eagle wings of love,
To joy celestial rise.

2 Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King
In heaven and earth are one.

3 One family, we dwell in him,
One church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream-
The narrow stream of death.

mp 4 Ev'n now to their eternal home
Some happy spirits fly;

Len

And we are to the margin come,
And soon expect to die!

Aff 5 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide;
Then, when the word is given,

Len

Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And land us safe in heaven.

C. M.

Westford. Marlow.

406 Saints cheered with the Hope of Heaven.

mp COME, humble souls-ye mourners, come,
And wipe away your tears:

Adieu to all your sad complaints,
Your sorrows and your fears.

mf 2 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love:

Soon shall you join the glorious theme

In loftier strains above.

3 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends:
Calls you his treasure, and his joy,
His children, and his friends.

Aff 4 My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?

Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.

5 Forever let my grateful heart
His boundless grace adore,

f

Which gives ten thousand blessings now,
And bids me hope for more.

6 Transporting hope!-still on my soul
With radiant glories shine,

Till thou thyself art lost in joys,
Immortal and divine.

407

ΛΙΣ

SING, all ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing:

Ye pilgrims, now for Zion bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 His hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road;
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your gracious God.

3 Bright garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows, all are fled.

f4 March on, in your Redeemer's strength,

Pursue his footsteps still;

With joyful hope still fix your eye

408

On Zion's heavenly hill.

Mourning over departed Comforts.

SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

mp 4 But now-when evening shade prevailsMy soul in darkness mourns:

And when the morn the light reveals,

Len No light to me returns.