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This would be heaven-e'en this alone-
But more than this God has made known;
Christ's presence fills the holy place-
His saints, made like Him, see His face.

See Him who once was crucified-
With Him for ever glorified-

Absorbed in love-the love of God-
Ascribing all to precious blood.

And there I hope to sing away
A blessed, everlasting day,
Within the bright angelic host,

With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

IRONS.

THE CHURCH ABOVE.

HARK! how the choir around the throne
Adore their glorious King!

They drink full draughts of bliss unknown,
And hallelujah sing.

They range o'er heaven's unmeasured plain,

And find new cause for praise;

See more of Jesus, and again
Their hallelujahs raise.

Anon the pearly gates unfold;

An heir of bliss draws nigh;

Again they strike their harps of gold,

And hallelujah cry.

Another sinner, born of God,
Makes the vast concave ring;
Again they Jesu's love record,
And hallelujah sing.

At last the ransomed throng complete,

Is glorified throughout; Again they bow at Jesu's feet, And hallelujah shout.

Ere long I hope to join the throng
Who bow before the King,

And to their everlasting song

My hallelujah bring.

IRONS.

THE SHIP.

ON life's tempestuous ocean glides
A vessel, built by God;

'Midst rocks, and shoals, and swelling tides, She spreads her sails abroad.

Her mariners Jehovah chose,
Her pilot is the Lord;
She touches islands as she goes,

Sinners to take on board.

Truth is her compass, love her sail,

And heavenly grace her store

The Spirit's influence the gale

That wafts her to the shore.

Nor winds nor waves her progress check,

Her course she must pursue;

And though she often fears a wreck,
She's saved, with all her crew.

On boards and broken pieces tost,
And death each hour at hand,
Yet none who trust in Christ are lost,
But all come safe to land.

Each soul to Christ the Lord is given,
And purchased with His blood;

The vessel is insured in heaven,

And God will make it good.

SUBMISSION.

THERE is a secret in the

ways

of God

IRONS.

With His own children, which none others know,

That sweetens all He does: and if such peace,
While under His afflicting hand, we find,

What will it be to see Him as He is,
Beyond the reach of all that now disturbs
The tranquil soul's repose? To contemplate,
In retrospect unclouded, all the means
By which His wisdom has prepared His saints
For the vast weight of glory that remains!

Come, then, affliction, if my Father bids,

And be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns
Is better than a smiling enemy.

We welcome clouds which bring the former rain,
Though they the present prospect blacken round,
And shade the beauties of the opening year,
That, by their stores enriched, the earth may yield
A fruitful summer, and a plenteous crop.

SWAINE.

HEAVEN.

I LOVE to think of heaven, where I shall meet
My fellow-travellers, and where no more
With grief or sin my mind will be disturbed,—
Where holy saints and holy angels dwell
In constant harmony and mutual love.
But when my heart anticipates the sight
Of God Incarnate, wearing on His side,
And hands and feet, those marks of love divine
Which He on Calvary for me endured,
All heaven beside is swallowed up in this;
And He who is my hope of heaven below
Appears the glory of my heaven above.

SWAINE.

CHRISTIANS, LOOK HOMEWARD!

DRAW near, O ye blessed, and help me to sing
The treasures for you laid in store,

When soon you shall meet your dear Shepherd and King,

Το weep in this desert no more.

Oh think with what rapturous shouts we shall rise,

To join with the glorified choirs,

When Jesus' bright chariot appears in the skies,
And death at His coming expires!

When, "Come, O ye blessed!" sounds sweet in our ears,

By love everlasting exprest,

What place will be found for our doubts and our fears
In sight of the mansions of rest?

No more shall the wicked our comforts annoy,
Nor conscience from guilt feel a wound;
No tree of temptation our peace to destroy,
Shall in the blest region be found.

No passions unholy our bosoms shall move,
To taint the fair mansions with strife;
Our Shepherd shall feed us in pastures of love,
And lead us to fountains of life.

Look up, ye dejected, and weep as you go,
And mourn that no comfort ye prove;

Cast down your sad willows, and sing while below
Of the bliss that awaits you above.

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