2 Beyond the flight of time, 3 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A long eternity of love, Formed for the good alone; Thus star by star declines, Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light. L. M. 668. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. Foretaste of Heaven. 1 WHAT must it be to dwell above, At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, 2 When sin no more obstructs our sight, What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know; For this, with patience, I would wait, Till, weaned from earth, and all below, I mount to my celestial seat, And wave my palm, and wear my crown, And, with the elders, cast them down. The Hope of Heaven our Support in Trials. 1 WHEN I can read my title clear 2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul C. P. M. 670. C. WESLEY. Reunion of Friends in Heaven. 1 IF death my friend and me divide, Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide, Or frown my tears to see: Restrained from passionate excess, Thou bid'st me mourn in calm distress, For them that rest in thee. a I feel a strong immortal hope, 3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, Which death hath snatched away; 8, 7, & 4s. M. 671. MRS. GILBERT. Support in Death. 1 WHEN the vale of death appears, Usher in eternal day. Starting from this dying state, Dwell on each immortal wire. 3 From the sparkling turrets there, At my Leader's feet I lay. C. P. M. 672. C. WESLEY. Contemplation of the Judgment. 1 O GOD! mine inmost soul convert, Give me to feel their solemn weight, 2 Be this my one great business here, Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 3 Then, Father, then my soul receive, 78. M. 673. MONTGOMERY. The Redeemed in Heaven. 1 WHO are these in bright array, These through fiery trials trod; Through their great Redeemer's might, 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, C. M. 674. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST The Society of Heaven. 1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. |