Aspiring to Heaven.

20 the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 There generous fruit that never fails,
On trees immortal grow:

There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the sun, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever bless'd?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer sta:

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

STENNETT.

HYMN 179. 8-7's & 6's.

Aspiring to Heaven.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove:
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course :
Fire ascending seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:

K

The Terrors of Hell.

So, a soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Peace, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, then, you know
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

CENNICK.

SECTION V.

HELL.

HYMN 180.

L.M

The Terrors of Hell.

WITH holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore: Reverence and awe become the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. 2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell,

And laid her stores of vengeance there.

8 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod:
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace,
But they incensed a dreadful God.

4 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son;
Sinner, obey the Saviour's call;
Else thy damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait thy fall.

While I live and have being, &c.

My thoughts on awful subjects roll;
Damnation and the dead:

What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

2 Lingering about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay;

Till like a flood, with rapid force
Death sweeps the wretch away.

3 Then swift and dreadful she descends,
Down to the fiery coast,
Amongst abominable fiends,
Herself for ever lost.

4 There endless crowds of sinners lie,
And darkness makes their chains;
Tortured with keen despair, they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

& Not all their anguish and their blood
For their old guilt atones;
Nor the compassion of a God!
Shall hearken to their groans.

6 Amazing grace that kept my breath,
Nor bid my soul remove,

Till I had learned my Saviour's death,
And well insured his love.

WATTS.

"While I live and have being, will I praise

the Lord."

I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,

Providential Mercies and gracious Helps.

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.

2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure:

He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind:
He sends the labouring conscience peace :
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.

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.

HYMN 183.

WATTS.

8-7's.

Providential Mercies and gracious Helps

MEET and right it is to praise

God, the giver of all grace;

God, whose mercies are bestow'd
On the evil and the good:
He prevents his creatures' call,
Kind and merciful to all:
Makes his sun on sinners rise;
Showers his blessings from the skies.

8 Least of all thy creatures, we
Daily thy salvation see;
As by heavenly manna fed;
Through a world of dangers led;
Through a wilderness of cares;

Through ten thousand thousand snares;

More than now our hearts conceive;
More than we could know, and live.

Paraphrase on Psalm Ixiii. 1-8.

3 Here, as in the lion's den,
Undevour'd we yet remain ;
Pass secure the watery flood,
Hanging on the arm of God!
Here we raise our voices higher,
Shout in the Refiner's fire;
Clap our hands amidst the flame,
Glory give to Jesu's name.

4 Jesu's name, in Satan's hour,
Stands our adamantine tower;
Jesus does his own defend,
Love and save us to the end:
Love shall make us persevere,
Till our conquering Lord appear:
Bear us to the thrones above,
Crown us with his heavenly love.

HYMN 184. L.M.

C. WESLEY.

Paraphrase on Psalm 1xiii. 1-8. O God, my God! my all thou art: Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all-enlivening power display. 2 For thee my thirsty soul does pant, While in this desert land I live; And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give. 3 More dear than life itself, thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ; And to declare thy praise, will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy. 4 In blessing thee with grateful songs, My happy life shall glide away: The praise that to thy name belongs, Hourly, with lifted hands, I'll pay. 5 In all I do I feel thy aid,

Therefore thy greatness will I sing, O God, who bid'st my heart be glad, Beneath the shadow of thy wing.