HYMN 594. C. M. Steele. Springfield. Rochester. Bray. Victory over death. 1 Cor. xv. 57. 1 DEAR Saviour, thy victorious love Can all my fears control; Can bid the pangs of guilt remove, 2 Victorious love! thy wondrous pow'r 3 Then shall the joyful spirit soar Where gloomy death can frown no more, And guilt and terror die. 4 No more, O pale Destroyer, boast To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lost- Springfield. Keene. Celestial prospects. 1 SWEET glories rush upon my sight, 2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores, Ye lands of endless day; Swift on my view your prospect pours, 3 There's a deligtful clearness now- 4 Short is the passage-short' the space 5 Immortal wonders! boundless things, HYMN 596. C. M. Colchester. Springfield. The everlasting song. Watts. 1 EARTH has engross'd my love too long! 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, And to my native skies. 2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits: The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs :- 5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, Here's joyful work for you. 6 I would begin the music here, Oh, for some heav'nly notes to bear HYMN 597. 8s. Lambeth. Uxbridge. The last conflict. Collyer. 1 I SOON shall accomplish my race, 2 More quickly and shorter I breatheThe dew is o'erspreading my cheekI feel the approaches of death, My heartstrings beginning to break; A struggle or two and 'tis doneFrom earth and its anguish I fly; The palm of the conqueror won, I live by submitting to die. HYMN 598. 8, 7. C. Wesley. Sicilian. Northampton Chapel. The departing saint. 1 HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above, Reaches out the crown of love. 3 Struggle through thy latest passion To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation, To his everlasting rest. 4 For the joy he sets before thee, HYMN 599. 8s. M. De Fleury. Uxbridge. Dismission. 1 YE angels, who stand round the throne, And all his rich mercy repeat: My God and my Saviour to see! 4 I want to put on my attire, Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to his name; |