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4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

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God's praises crown eternity.

(OD of my life, through all my days

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My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; My song shall wake with opening light, And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4 But 0, when that last conflict's o'er,
And I am chain'd to earth no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise
To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn the' exalted strains
Which echo through the heavenly plains;
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The glowing seraphs round the throne.

6 The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul shall live:
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

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YOME on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel:

Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.

2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saints' secure abode;

On faith's strong eagle pinions rise,
And force your passage to the skies,
And scale the mount of God.

3 Who suffer with our Master here,
We shall before his face appear,
And by his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure;
And all that to the end endure
The cross, shall wear the crown.
4 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope!
It lifts the fainting spirits up;
It brings to life the dead:
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,
Triumphant with our Head.

5 That great mysterious Deity,

We soon with open face shall see;

The beatific sight

Shall fill the heavenly courts with praise, And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.

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The full assurance of hope.

OW happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!

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This earth, he cries, is not my place;
I seek my place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, O, by faith I see;

The land of rest, the saints' delight,-
The heaven prepared for me.

20 what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers
And ante-date that day:

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ conceal'd,
And with his glorious presence here

Our earthen vessels fill'd.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow!
And when the vessels break,
Let our triumphant spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at his grace
To all eternity.

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Continued.-Endless bliss in prospect.
STRANGER in the world below
I calmly sojourn here;

Nor can its happiness or wo

Provoke my hope or fear:
Its evils in a moment end;
Its joys as soon are past:
But O, the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last.

2 To that Jerusalem above,
With singing I repair;

While in the flesh, my hope and love,
My heart and soul, are there.
There my exalted Saviour stands,
My merciful High Priest;

And still extends his wounded hands,
To take me to his breast.

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The goodly land.

S. M.

NAR from these scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of joy and pure delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair land!-could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!
3 No cloud those regions know,-
Realms ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

40 may the prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith, and strong desire, Bear every thought above.

5 Prepared, by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high, Lord, bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky.

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The kingdoms are but one. APPY the souls to Jesus join'd, And saved by grace alone; Walking in all his ways, they find Their heaven on earth begun.

2 The church triumphant in thy iove,
Their mighty joys we know:
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We in the kingdom of thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.

4 The holy to the holiest leads,
And thence our spirits rise;
For he that in thy statutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the skies.

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The heavenly Canaan.

C. M.

HERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold fled, Should fright us from the shore.

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The promised land.

C. M.

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

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