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2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine,
To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God,
His God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world of time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Northoughts of mortals climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne,
To raise his figure here,
Content and pleas'd to live alone,
Till Christ his life appear.
HYMN 274. C. M. Watts.
The hope of heaven our support.
1 WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl’d,
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 1 but safely reach my home,
My God my heav'n, my all;
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
HYMN 275. C. M. Doddridge. Clifford. York. Braintree. The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17. 1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heav'n, While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear. 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal Prevent the dawning day; And turn the sacred pages o'er, And praise thy name and pray. 3 Midst hourly cares may love present Its incense to thy throne; And, while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone. 4 At night we lean our weary heads . On thy paternal breast; And, safely folded in thine arms, Resign our powers to rest. 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, Let all my days be past; Nor shall I then impatient wish, Nor shall I fear the last. 215
HYMN 276, 8, 7, 4. Robinson.
Tamworth. Littleton. Helmsley.
The Pilgrim's Guide. Ps. xlviii. 14.
1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim, through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow :
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
HYMN 277. 7, 6. Whitefield.
Amsterdam. Hymn 5th
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Sun, and moon, and stars decay-
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course:
Fires ascending seek the sun,
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, - hile I that coast explore, Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares, Solicit me no more. Pilgrims fix not here their home, Strangers tarry but a night; _* When the last dear morn is come, s - They'll rise to joyful light.
4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
There we'll join the heav'nly train,
Welcom'd to partake the bliss;
Fly from sorrow and from pain,
To realms of endless peace.
HYMN 278. L. M. Gibbons.
Hinton. Blendon. Shoel.
Rising to God.
1, NOW let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time;
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, When we are walking back to God? For, strangers, into life we come, And dying is but going home.
4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large; Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heav'n enjoy'd above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heav'n below.