126 WILLOUGHBY. P. M. Come on, my partners in distress, My comrades thro' the wilderness, Who still your bodies feel: Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears, To that celestial hill. 175 Bliss-inspiring hope. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 3 Who suffer with our Master here, The cross, shall wear the crown. It brings to life the dead; Triumphant with our Head. GANGES. P. M. 127 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, in sensible: A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell. 176 The brink of fate. 2 O God, mine inmost soul convert, Give me to feel their solemn weight, 3 Be this my one great business here- 4 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 128 LUCAS. 177 Renewed fidelity and zeal. 1. Come let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll round with the 2. Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly a3. O that each, in the day of His coming, may say, I have fought my way love, By the patience on of hope, and the labor of love. to our view, and eternity's here. in to my joy, and sit down on my throne. Come let us a-new our journey pursue, With vigor a- 2 At Jesus's call, we gave up our all; For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below. And still we are seeking a country above ; 8 A country of joy without any alloy; We thither repair; Our hearts and our treasures already are there. We meet with on earth, for eternity's here! 4 The rougher the way, the shorter our stay; The tempests that rise Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies: Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home. 130 HEDDING. 4th P. M. 1. And am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply 2. How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind [reprieve, With nature's stern decree? What, after death, for me remains? Celestial joys, or hellish pains, To all eternity. 179 The momentous question. 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, If now the Judge is at the door, 4 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, How make mine own election sure; 5 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray; Ah! write the pardon on my heart; Let me depart in peace. |