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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 prospect rise,

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

To guide our upward aim ; With one reviving ray 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 CCCXI. C.M.

The power of faith. 1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss,

And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all our cares.
2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,

And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heav'nly things,

And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power

The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer.

And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,

Where deathless pleasures reign; And bids us seek our portion there,

Nor bids us seek in vain. 5 On that bright prospect may we rest,

Till this frail body dies ; And then, on faith's triumphant wings,

To endless glory rise.

HYMN CCCXII. C.M.

Prospect of heaven. 1 There is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign; i Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain. 2. There, everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering 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 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea ;
And linger, shivering on the brink,

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

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

With unbeclouded eyes!
6 Could we but stand, as Moses stood,

And view the prospect o'er, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore !

HYMN CCCXIII. S. M.

Heaven.
1 Far from these scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 There sickness never comes ;

There grief no more complains ; Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And purest pleasure reigns. 3 No strife, nor envy there

The sons of peace molest; But harmony, and love sincere,

Fill every happy breast.

4 No cloud those regions know,

For ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.
5 There night is never known,

Nor sun's faint, sickly ray; But glory from th' eternal throne

Spreads everlasting day. 6 O! may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love ; And lively faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above.

HYMN CCCXIV. L. M.

Heaven the reward of faithful servants.
1 There is a glorious world on high,

Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,

While God's own word reveals the way. 2 There shall the servants of the Lord

With never-fading lustre shine;
Surprising honour, vast reward,

Conferr'd on man by love divine.
3 The shining firmament shall fade,

And sparkling stars resign their light; But these shall know nochange, nor shade, For ever fair, for ever bright.

4 On wings of faith and strong desire,

O may our spirits daily rise ;
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies!

HYMN CCCXV. L. M.

Consolation for the loss of pious friends. 1 Why weep for those, frail child of woe, Who've fled and left thee mourning here? Triumphant o'er their latest foe,

They glory in a brighter sphere. 2 Weep not for them ;-beside thee now

Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow

O'er those who bliss of angels share. 3 Or round their Father's throne, above, .

With raptur'd voice, his praise they sing, Or on his messages of love,

They journey with unwearied wing. 4 Space cannot check, thought cannot bound

The high exulting souls whom he, . Who form’d these million worlds around,

Takes to his own eternity. 5 Weep, weep no more ; their voices raise

The song of triumph high to God,
And wouldst thou join their song of praise,
Walk humbly in the path they trod.

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