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3 Wide it unvails the heavenly world,
Where endless pleasures reign;
Nor bids us seek in vain.
With our Redeemer's blood;
Upon a faithful God.
Till this frail body dies;
Trusting in Christ for Pardon.
That casts itself on thee?
And suffered once for me.
Ånd his availing blood :
And bring me near to God.
His consolations send:
• Thy Maker is thy friend.
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
To everlasting day. 304
Alfreton. Rotterdam 1 HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,
I lay my soul beneath thy love;
Nor let me from thy feet remove.
2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,
Unmoved and firm this heart should lie :
If I must perish, here to die.
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
And all my foes shall lose their aim;
And loudest praises to his name. 305
Love the chief Grace.
Where love inspires the breast :
And strengthens all the rest.
And all in vain our fear;
If love be absent there.
When faith and hope shall cease;
In realms of endless peace. 306
Uxbridge. 1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler speech than angels use,
Like tinkling brass-an empty sound.
All that is done in heaven or hell ;
Still I am nothing without love.
To feed the hungry-clothe the poor ;
To gain a martyr's glorious name-
Be absent, all my hopes are vain :
C. M. Baldwin. Christmas.
The life of my delights,
And comfort of my nights !
My dawning is begun;
And thou my rising sun.
With beams of sacred bliss,
And whispers, I am his!
At that transporting word,
To meet my dearest Lord. 308
Lisbon. St. Thomas. 1 MY God-my life—my love,
To thee-to thee I call;
For thou art all in all.
Can one delight afford,
Without thy presence, Lord.
Where all my pleasures roll;
And centre of my soul. 309
Bedford. Medfield 1 MY God-my portion--and my love,
My everlasting all,
Or on this earthly ball.
If once compared to thee!
Or all my friends to me!
And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces-and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.
And grasp in all the shore:
And I desire no more. 310
Dundee. Litchfield. 1 ETERNAL Source of joys divine,
To thee my soul aspires;
'Tis all my soul desires.
Assuré me of thy love;
And bid my fears remove.-
And triumph in my God :
Mansfield, Dundee. 311
True Huppiness to be found only in God.
In search of solid rest;
To make me truly blest.
Unworthy of the mind;
Enduring bliss can find.
Here would my spirit rest: &
Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make me fully blest. 312
L. M. Middlebury. Denton.
My refuge, my alrnighty friend
On whom alone my hopes depend ?
A wretched wanderer from my Lord ?
One glimpse of happiness afford ?
3 Eternal life thy words impart;
On these my fainting spirit lives :
Than all the round of nature gives.
While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile—one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord! outweighs them all. 5 Thy name my inmost powers adore";
Thou art my life-my joy-my care: Depart from thee?—'tis death- tis more
'Tis endless ruin-deep despair!
Here safety dwells—and peace divine
For life-eternal life is thine. 313
C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham. 1 WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree
Though vines their fruit deny, [clothe, The labor of the olive fail,
And fields no meat supply ;-
My flock cut off I see ;
Where herds were wont to be:
And glory in his love;
Of my salvation prove.
The source of lasting joy;
S. M. St. Thomas. Eastburn. 314
The Father has bestowed
To call them sons of God!
That we should be unknown;
God's everlasting Son.