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4 Midst power that knows no limit, And wisdom without bound,

The beatific vision

Shall gladden saints around: There God, my King and Portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold for ever,

And worship face to face.

5 They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song;
And bright with many an angel,
And many a martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The light is aye serene;
The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

6 There is the throne of David; And there, from toil released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast: And they, beneath their Leader, Who conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white. 7 Jerusalem, the glorious, The joy of the elect, O! dear and future vision That eager hearts expect; E'en now by faith I see thee, E'en now thy walls discern, To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive and pant and yearn. 8 And, now, we fight the battle, And, then, we wear the crown Of full, and everlasting,

And passionless renown.

O land that seest no sorrow!
O state that know'st no strife!
O princely bowers! Q land of flower
O realm and home of life!

From the Latin of BERNARD

OF CLUNY.

1 Mine eyes their vigils keep';

thee, O dear, dear country,

For very love, beholding

The happy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.

2 O one, O only mansion,

O Paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished, And joys have no alloy! Thy ageless walls are radiant With precious stones unpriced; The saints build up its fabric; The corner-stone is Christ.

3 I know not-O, I known not What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare! And when I fain would sing them, My spirit fails and faints,

And vainly would it image
The' assembly of the saints.

C. WESLEY.

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WHEN shall we sweetly remove!
O when shall we enter our rest,
Return to the Sion above,

The mother of spirits distrest!
That city of God, the great King,
Where sorrow and death are no mor
But saints our Immanuel sing,
And cherub and seraph adore.

2 Not all the archangels can tell
The joys of that holiest place,
Where Jesus is pleased to reveal
The light of His heavenly face;
When caught in the rapturous flame,
The sight beatific they prove,
And walk in the light of the Lamb,
And bask in the beams of His love.

3 Thou know'st, in the spirit of prayer,
We long Thy appearing to see,
Resigned to the burden we bear,
But longing to triumph with Thee:
'Tis good at Thy word to be here,
"Tis better in Thee to be gone,
And see Thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in Thy throne.

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HE Church in her militant state Is weary, and cannot forbear;

le saints in an agony wait To see Him again in the air.

e Spirit invites, in the Bride, Her heavenly Lord to descend,

id place her, enthroned at His side, In glory that never shall end.

ne news of His coming I hear,
And join in the catholic cry,
Jesus, in triumph appear,
Appear in the clouds of the sky!
hom only I languish to love,
In fulness of majesty come,
nd give me a mansion above,
And take to my heavenly home.

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TERRIBLE thought!_shall J alone,
Who may be saved-shall I-
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin, for ever die ?

While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,
A blessing to receive:

Shall I,-amidst a ghastly band,-
Dragged to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?

Ah, no:-I still may turn and live,
For still His wrath delays:
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me His grace.

5 I will accept His offers now,
From every sin depart,
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render Him my heart.
6 I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus given;
Sure, if with God on earth I live,
To live with Him in heaven.

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MyDamnation and the dead:

Y thoughts on awful subjects roll;

What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

2 Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay,

Till, like a flood with rapid force,
Death sweeps the wretch away.

3 Then swift and dreadful she descends,
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself for ever lost.

4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortured with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

5 Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones;
Nor the compassion of a God
Shall hearken to their groans.

6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove,

Till I had learned my Saviour's death,
And well insured His love.

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1 DEPENT, the Voice celestial cries,
No longer dare delay:

For he who scorns the mandate, dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sovereign eye of God,
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
His heralds are despatched abroad,
To warn the world of sin.

3 Together in His presence bow,
And all your guilt confess :
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with His grace.

4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to His bar;

For mercy knows the appointed bound,
And turns to judgment there.

5 Amazing Love,-that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days:
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

In the large Hymn-Book, 1780, Mr. Wesley closed his INTRODUCTORY HYMNS with a few entitled, Praying for a Blessing. These may be found, with similar Hymns, (Nos. 51-66,) in the Section on DIVINE WORSHIP.

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ATHER of Lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er Thy every creature needs;
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry;
To Thee I look, my heart prepare,
Suggest, and hearken to my prayer.

2 Since by Thy light myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of Thee,
Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say;
Thou seest my wants, for help they call,
And, ere I speak, Thou know'st them all.
8 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'st how unsubdued my will,
Averse from good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor checked by fear, nor charmed by love!
4 Fain would I know, as known by Thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loathe myself and sin.

5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel;
My total misery reveal:

Ah! give me, Lord, (I still would say,)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray:
My business this, my only care,
My life, my every breath, be prayer!
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JESUS, my great High Priest above,

My Friend before the Throne of Love;
If now for me prevails Thy prayer,
If now I find Thee pleading there;
If Thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray;
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to Thine!

2 Fain would I know my utmost ill,
And groan my nature's weight to feel:
To feel the clouds that round me roll,
The night that hangs upon my soul,
The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scattered o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God!

3 Jesu! my heart's desire obtain;
My earnest suit present, and gain;
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin,
A sharper sense of hell within,
A stronger struggling to get free,
A keener appetite for Thee!

4 O Sovereign Love, to Thee I cry;
Give me Thyself, or else I die;
Save me from death; from hell set f
Death, hell, are but the want of The
Quickened by Thy imparted flame,
Saved, when possest of Thee, I am;
My life, my only heaven Thou art;
O might I feel Thee in my heart!

C. WESLEY.

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LIVER of unfeigned repentance

GUnto us Thy blessing give,

That we may the mortal sentence
In our guilty selves receive;
Sensible of our demerit,

May from every sin depart,
Offering up a troubled spirit,

Rendering Thee a broken heart.

2 Let Thy dying love constrain us,
Our ingratitude to mourn,
Let Thine unknown anguish paint
Till the wanderers return;
Fill our souls with sacred trouble,
Give us bitterly to weep,
All our burdens, Lord, redouble,
Sink us in the lowest deep.

8 From the pit of condemnation,
When to Thee for help we cry,
Visit us with Thy salvation

Show the open fountain nigh, Show Thyself our bleeding Jesus, All our sufferings to remove, With Thy pardoning mercy bless us Bless us with Thy perfect love.

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ake me restless to return;
me look on Thee, and weep,
tterly as Peter mourn,

I say, by grace restored,

w, Thou know'st I love Thee, Lord!"

ht I in Thy sight appear,

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ad, not daring to draw near,

nite on my unworthy breast,
an the sinner's only plea,
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member me for good,

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w me Thy atoning blood,

Then my strength and spirit fail;
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My much-offended God!

that I could but stand in fear

Of Thy afflicting rod!

If mercy cannot draw,

Thou by Thy threatenings move;

nd keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.

Show me the naked sword,
Impending o'er my head:
let me tremble at Thy word,
And to my ways take heed;
With sacred horror fly
From every sinful snare;
for ever, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.

Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;

The grace be now on me bestowed,
The tender fleshly heart;
For Jesu's sake alone,

The stony heart remove; ind melt, at last, O melt me down, Into the mould of Love!

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Thou by Thy voice the marble rent,
The rock in sunder cleave!
Thou, by Thy two-edged sword,
My soul and spirit part;

Strike with the hammer of Thy word,
And break my stubborn heart!

Saviour, and Prince of Peace,
The double grace bestow,
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove;

Wound, and pour in my wounds to heal,

The balm of pardoning love.

For Thy own mercy's sake,
The cursed thing remove;

And into Thy protection take
The prisoner of Thy love:
In every trying hour,

Stand by my feeble soul,

And screen me from my nature's power, Till Thou hast made me whole.

This is Thy will, I know,

That I should holy be,

Should let my sin this moment go,

This moment turn to Thee:

O might I now embrace

Thy all-sufficient power;

And never more to sin give place,

And never grieve Thee more!

C. WESLEY.

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False to Thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep: Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown! Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through Thy dying love,

The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of Thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
For Thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,

And wash me white as snow:
If Thy bowels now are stirred,
If now I would myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die:
Life, and happiness, and love,

Drop from Thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let Thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

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Look, as when Thine eye pursued
The first apostate man,
Saw him weltering in his blood,

And bade him rise again:
Speak my paradise restored,
Redeem me by Thy grace alone;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

Look, as when Thy pity saw

Thine own, in a strange land, Forced to' obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand: Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call Thy son: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

Look, as when Thy grace beheld
The harlot in distress,

Dried her tears, her pardon seale

And bade her go in peace: Vile, like her, and self-abhorred, I at Thy feet for mercy groan: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. Look, as when Thy languid eye Was closed, that we might live! "Father," (at the point to die,

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1 TN Thy state of exaltation,
Anyer, Lord, its end on me,
Thou, the God of my salvation,
Thou my Prince and Ruler be;
Let me, first, the true repentance,
Self-condemned, from Thee receive,
Then reverse the fearful sentence,

Bid Thy pardoned rebel live.

2 Author of our sure salvation, Author of our faith Thou art, Call me out of condemnation,

Sprinkle with Thy blood my heart.

Give the faith that moves the mountain,
Pardoned, saved by faith alone,

Lead me through that open fountain
To Thine everlasting throne.

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THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,

Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.

2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.

3 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight
Thy saving strength, O Lord, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lo
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near Thy thro
To plead the merits of Thy Son.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just.
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
And save the soul condemned to die.
6 Then will I teach the world Thy ways
Sinners shall learn Thy Sovereign gr
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning Go

J. or C. WESLEY.

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JESUS, my Lord, attend

Thy feeble creature's cry

And show Thyself the sinner's friend
And set me up on high.
From hell's oppressive power

My struggling soul release,

And to Thy Father's grace restore,
And to Thy perfect peace.

Thy blood and righteousness
I make my only plea,

My present and eternal peace
Are both derived from Thee:
Rivers of life divine

From Thee their Fountain flow,

And all who know that love of Thine

The joy of angels know.

O then impute, impart

To me Thy righteousness,

And let me taste how good Thou art
How full of truth and grace:
That Thou canst here forgive,
Grant me to testify,

And justified by faith to live,
And in that faith to die.

C. WESLEY.

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WRETCHED, helpless, and distre

Ah! whither shall I fly?

Ever gasping after rest,

I cannot find it nigh:

Naked, sick, and poor, and blind,
Fast bound in sin and misery,
Friend of sinners, let me find
My help, my all, in Thee!

I am all unclean, unclean,
Thy purity I want;

My whole heart is sick of sin,
And my whole head is faint:
Full of putrifying sores,

Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul
Looks to Jesus, help implores,

And gasps to be made whole.

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