Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heaven as dark as hell. The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, Would mourn were he condemned to wear But oh no foe invades the bliss, Where glory crowns the Christian's head: One view of Jesus as he is, Will strike all sin for ever dead. Longing for Heaven. O WHEN shall I see Jesus, When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus, Drink endless pleasures in? But now I am a soldier, And bid me not give o'er; And since he has proved faithful, A righteous crown he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. Through grace I am determined On wings of love I'll fly. Then O my friends prove faithful, Whene'er you meet with troubles And trials on your way, Of faith, and hope, and love; Self-consecration. LORD, in the strength of grace, Myself, my residue of days, Thy ransomed servant, I The Garden-Hymn. THE Lord into his garden comes, Refreshing showers of grace divine, This makes the dry and barren ground In springs of water to abound, And fruitful soil become; The desert blossoms like the rose, The glorious time is rolling on, Come taste and see the pardon free Who comes to Christ may live. The worst of sinners here may find Who will them all relieve: None are too late if they repent; Out of one sinner legions went, Come, brethren, you that love the Lord, We feel that heaven is now begun, It comes like floods, we can't contain, But when we come to reign above, Jesus will lead his armies through, There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring, When all the saints get home; Come on, come on, my brethren dear, For Jesus bids us come. No Man can Serve Two Masters. FAREWELL, vain world, I bid adieu, Your glories I despise ; Your friendship I no more pursue, Your highest pleasures turn to pain, Had I the Indies, east and west, Without my God I could not rest, Then let my soul rise far above, There's love and joy that will not waste, Heaven and Earth. Up to the fields where angels lie, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, |