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And life, and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heav'nly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light!

6 Divine instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;

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Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view
my Saviour there.

Berstead.] HYMN 536. 6 lines 8's.

PIRIT of Truth, essential God,

Who didst thy ancient saints inspire,
Shed in their hearts thy love abroad,
And touch their hallow'd lips with fire;
Our God from all eternity,

World without end we worship thee.

2 Still we believe, Almighty Lord,

Whose presence fills both earth and heav'n,
The meaning of the written word
Is by thy inspiration given;

Thou only dost thyself explain
The secret mind of God to man.

3 Come then, divine Interpreter,

The Scriptures to our hearts apply;
And, taught by thee, we God revere,
Him in Three Persons magnify:
And still the Triune God adore,
Who was, and is, for evermore,

PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 537. 6 lines 8's.

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EADER of faithful souls, and guide
Of all that travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, e'en us abide,
Who would on thee alone rely;
On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.

2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place;
But hasten through the vale of wo,
And restless to behold thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.

3 We've no abiding city here,

But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God.

4 Patient th' appointed race to run,

This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on, The new Jerusalem to find;

Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the new Jerusalem.

5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King; We find it nearer while we sing.

6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renew'd, The church of the first-born to join,

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We travel to the mount of God, With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Saviour in the skies.

Sion.] HYMN 538. 8 lines 8's.

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LONG to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love:

I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode :
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!
2 With him I on Sion shall stand,

For Jesus hath spoken the word,
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when on thy bosom reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,

No sickness or sorrow shall prove :
Physician of souls, unto me

Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.

Arlington.] HYMN 539. C. M.

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THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

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Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand drest in living green; ·

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 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.

Wexford.] HYMN 540. 6 lines 8's.

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HOU, Lord, on whom I still depend,
Shalt keep me faithful to the end;
I trust thy truth, and love, and power,
Shall save me till my latest hour;
And when I lay this body down,
Reward with an immortal crown.

2 Jesus, in thy great name I go,
To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumb'rous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death defies,
And reigns eternal in the skies.

3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
What Christ hath for his saints prepar❜d:
Who conquer thro' their Saviour's might;
Who sink into perfection's height,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly die their Lord to meet.

4 Dost thou desire to know or see,
What thy mysterious name shall be?
Contending for thy heavenly home,
Thy latest foe in death o'ercome;
Till then thou searchest out in vain,
What only conquest can explain.

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Sion.] HYMN 541. 8 lines 8's.

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WAY with our sorrow and fear,
We soon shall recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear;
The day of eternity come.
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode
;
The house of our Father above,

The palace of angels and God.

2 Our mourning is all at an end,

When, rais'd by the life-giving Word.
We see the new city descend,

Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord:
The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air;
No gloom of affliction or sin;

No shadow of evil is there!

3 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here;
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear:
Immoveably founded in grace,

She stands, as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God,
4 No need of the sun in that day,

Which never is follow'd by night,
Where Jesus's beauties display,
A pure and a permanent light:

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