Hymn. Preparation for Heaven. i LOVE divine, all loves excelling ! Joy of heav'n! to earth come down ; All Thy faithful mercies crown! Pure, unbounded love Thou art: Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 2 Come, Almighty to deliver, Let us all Thy grace receive; Never more Thy temples leave: Serve Thee as Thy hosts above; Glory in Thy perfect love. 3 Finish, then, Thy new creation; Pure and spotless let us be; Perfectly restor'd in Thee; Till in heav'n we take our place; Lost in wonder, love, and praise ! 1 COME, let us use the grace divine, And all with one accord, Ourselves to CHRIST the LORD; 2 Give up ourselves, through Jesu's pow'r, His Name to glorify; For God to live and die. 3 The cov'nant we this moment make Be ever kept in mind : Or cast His words behind. 4 We never will throw off His fear, Who hears our solemn vow: Come down, and meet us now! 5 Thee, FATHER, Son, and HOLY GHOST, Let all our bearts receive! Present with the celestial host, The peaceful answer give! 6 To each the cov'nant-blood apply, Which takes our sins away; And register our names on high, And keep us to that day! Hymn. Dedication. 1 LET Him to whom we now belong His sov'reign right assert, And ev'ry loving heart. Who bought us with a price: To CHRIST alone he dies ! Fulfil our heart's desire, And in Thy cause expire. With joy we render Thee To all eternity. Wymn. THOUGH late I all forsake, 1 My all to Thee resign; Gracious REDEEMER, take, O take And seal me ever Thine. Nor hence again remove : With all thy weight of love. 3 My one desire be this, Thy only love to know, No other good below. Thou all-sufficient art; Enter, and keep my heart. Hymn. Filial Fear. i Be it my only wisdom here, With loving gratitude: And walking in the good. JESUS, to me be giv'n! And find my way to heav'n. Hymn. Fear and Hope blended. i I WAS a grov'lling creature once, And basely cleav'd to earth; I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. 2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, And sent me, from above, The wings of joy and love. And there delighted stand, The spacious promis'd land. Has promis'd it to me; The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can see. To Thee for help I call; O save me, lest I fall! My strength is not my own; Then let me tremble at His Word, And none shall cast me down. Hymn. 1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night: Till we arrive at heav'n, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies, She makes the pearly gates appear ; Far into distant worlds she pries, And brings eternal glories near. |