Imatges de pàgina

L. M.


C. M.

Medford. Dedham 1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls

Admire thy matchless grace;
That thou wilt walk-thal thou wilt dwel!

With Adam's sinful race.
2 Cheered with thy presence,

I can trace
The desert with delight:
Through all the gloom one'smile of thine

Can dissipate the night.
3 Nor shall I through eternal days

A restless pilgrim roam ;
Thy hand, that now directs my course,

Shall soon convey me home.
4 Joyful my spirit will consent

To drop its mortal load,
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,

That break its way to God. 393

Uxbridge. Danvers. 1 ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime,

Above the vanities of time;
Remove the parting vail--and see

The glories of eternity!
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,

Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,

So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,

While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well

As not to long with God to dwell ?
4 To dwell with God !--to taste his love,

Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
The glorious expectation now

Is heavenly bliss begun below. 394

Hingham. Ward 1 WE’VE no abiding city here;

We seek a land beyond our sight;
Zion its name—the Lord is there;

It shines with everlasting light.
2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest!

L. M.



Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee-and be at rest.
pll 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine !

The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do his will be mine,

And his to fix my time of rest.

8s, 78 & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville. 395

God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength. 1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land:
l am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand;

Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside :
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side ;

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.


C. M.

Grafton. Medtield 396

Contemplation of Death and Glory.
1 MY soul, come, meditate the day,

And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,

And fly to unknown lands.
2 Oh! could we die with those who die,

And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead :-
3 Then should we see the saints above

In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love

To'dwell with mortal worms.
4 We should almost forsake our clay

Before the summons come,


And pray, and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.
C. M.

Patmos. Judea. 397

Looking from Earth to Heaven.
mp 1 LET death dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home:
Why do my days move on so slow,

Nor my salvation come?
2 God has laid up in heaven for me

A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,

Shall place it on my head.
3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe

From every ill design ;
And to his heavenly kingdom take

This feeble soul of niine.
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. 1 OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly,

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades!
2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,

Exposed to no decay.
3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving look of thine,

Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Oh then, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent souls shall rise,
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,

Immortal in the skies. 399

C. M. Christmas. Warwick. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

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FII 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;
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my 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.


C. M.

Litchfield. Corinth.


The heavenly Canaan.
1 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. 1 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.
1 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

The close of every song.
P. M.

Plsgala mf111 HEAD of the church triumphant,

We joyfully adore thee;
Till thou appear, thy members here,

Shall sing like those in glory,

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