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3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain !

With conscious sighs we own ;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,

O’ershade the smiling noon.
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades!
5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,

Unconscious of decay.
6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim! With one reviving touch of thine

Our languid hearts inflame. 7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring

Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 198.

(C. M.) I COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart

Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,

And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere,

Adoin the realms of peace. 3 The soul from sin fur ever free,

Shall mourn its power no more; But, cloth’d in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)

Th' exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.
5 There shall the foll’wers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join the angelic choir.

HYMN 199.

(C. M.) 1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-fading flow'rs; Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heav'nly land from ours. 3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress'd in living green ; So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But tim'rous mortals start, and shrink

To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love

With faith's illumin'd eyes!
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
HYMN 200.

(C. M.) I SHOULD nature's charms, to please the eye,

In sweet assemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop, and die,

Jesus, compar'd with thine.
% Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

And vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shade,

Her beauty is no more. 3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight

The Lord of glory dwells! A veil of interposing night

His radiant face conceals.
4 O could my longing spirit rise

On strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,

My Saviour and my King!
5. There thousands worship at thy feet,
And there, (divine employ!)

The triumphs of thy love repeat

In songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day

O’er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?
HYMN 201.

(IIL L) Revelation vii. 9, &c, I WHO are these in bright array ?

This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day
Tuning their triumphant song ?
“ Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
6 Blessing, honour, glory, power,
“ Wisdom, riches, to obtain ;

“ New dominion ev'ry hour.”
2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great ailiiction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his cternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead :
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfcct love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.
HYMN 202.

C, M., Genesis xxviii. 20, 21. 1 GOD of our fathers ! by whose hand

Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;

Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.
3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around,

Till all our wand'rings cease,

(IIL 3.)

And, at our Father's lov'd abode

vur souls arrive in peace.
4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble pray’rs implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

HYMN 203,

1 Chronicles xxix. 10–13. I BLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel,

Thou, our Father, and our Lord ! Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd! 2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness,

Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; All is thine in earth and heav'n,

Over all thy boundless throne, 3 Riches come of thee, and honour;

Pow'r and might to thee belong; Thine it is to make us prosper,

Only thine to make us strong. 4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,

Hymns of gratitude we raise ; To thy Name, for ever glorious, Ever we address our praise !

HYMN 204.

Proverbs iii. 13-17. 1 OH! happy is the man who hears

Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasures greater far-

Than east or west unfold;
More precious are her bright rewards,

Than gems, op stores of gold. 3 Her right hand offers to the just

Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heav'nly crowns displays. 4 And, as her holy labours rise,

So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

(C. M.) HYMN 205.

(L. M) Isaiah xl. 6-8. 1 THE morning flow'rs display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold;
As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the ev’ning cold.
2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parch'd by the sun's more fervent ray, The momentary glóries waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the op'ning rose, 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,

If heav'n shall recompense our pains; Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,

If firm the word of God remains.

HYMN 206.

(C. M.) Isaiah xl, 27-31. I WHY mourest thou, my anxious soul,

Despairing of relief,
As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares,

Or pitied not thy grief?
2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,

That firm remains on high, The everlasting throne of Him

Who made the earth and sky? 3 Art thou afraid his pow'r will fail

In sorrow's evil day?
Can the Creator's mighty arm

Grow weary or decay ?
4 Supreme in wisdom as in pow'r

The rock of ages stands;
Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace

The working of his hands.

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