392 C. M. Medford. Dedham. 1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls That thou wilt walk-that thou wilt dwel! 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 393 And hail the sharpest pangs of death,— 1 ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime, 2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 4 To dwell with God!-to taste his love, 394 1 WE'VE no abiding city here; 2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest! mf Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd fly to thee-and be at rest. pl 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine! mf 395 8s, 7s & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. Feed me till I want no more. Lead me all my journey through: Be thou still my strength and shield. 396 I will ever give to thee. Contemplation of Death and Glory. 1 MY soul, come, meditate the day, When thou must quit this house of clay, 2 Oh! could we die with those who die, 3 Then should we see the saints above 4 We should almost forsake our clay 397 And pray, and wish our souls away To their eternal home. C. M. Looking from Earth to Heaven. Patmos. Judea, mp 1 LET death dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home: 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, 398 My portion-and my friend; 1 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, 399 To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, 1 WHEN I can read my title clear I bid farewell to every fear, (11 2 Should earth against my soul engage, Aff 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, May I but safely reach my home, mp 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul Len The heavenly Canaan. Litchfield. Corinth. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, 5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove, And see the Canaan that we love mf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 401 Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood, C. M. Stephens. Judea, 1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, AVI 2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene, Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 3 O'er all those wide-extended plains There, God the Son forever reigns, 4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath, Sickness and sorrow-pain and death- 5 When shall I reach that happy place, 402 When shall I see my Father's face, Rest from Sin and Trouble in Heaven. 1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they are! They break our duty, Lord, to thee, 2 The waves of trouble, how they rise! But death shall land our weary souls 3 There, to fulfil his high commands 4 There shall we ever sing and tell Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, 5 Forever his dear, sacred name mf111 HEAD of the church triumphant, We joyfully adore thee; Till thou appear, thy members here, Pisgah |