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Comfort derived from God's presence,
1 TALK with us, LORD, Thyself reveal,

While here o'er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel

The kindling of Thy love.
2. With Thee conversing, we forget

All time, and toil, and care:
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,

If Thou, my God, art here.
3 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,

And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,

- And echo to Thy voice.
4 Thou callest me to seek Thy face:

'Tis all I wish to seek ;
T' attend the whispers of Thy grace,

And hear Thee inly speak.
5 Let this my ev'ry hour employ,

'Till I Thy glory see!
Enter into my Master's joy,

And find my heav'n in Thee.



· Enjoyment of Christ.
i FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,

Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would my eyes my SAVIOUR see ;

I wait a visit, LORD, from Thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear JESUS, from above,
And feed my soul with heav'nly love.

3 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!

How sweet Thy entertainments are !
Never did angels taste above

Redeeming grace, and dying love.
4 Hail, great IMMANUEL, all divine,

In Thee Thy FATHER's glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.

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Lymn, Longing to praise Christ belter. i LORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll

O'er the sharp sorrows of Thy soul,
And read my Maker's broken laws

Repair'd and honour'd by the cross ;
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin,
- Vanquish'd by that dear blood of. Thine,

And see the man that groan’d and died

Sit glorious by His FATHER's side; 3 My passions rise and soar above,

I'm wing'd with faith, and fir'd with love:
Fain would I reach eternal things,

And learn the notes that Gabriel sings.
4 But my heart fails, my tongue complains,

For want of their immortal strains ;
And in such humble notes as these

Must fall below Thy victories.
5 Well, the kind minute must appear

When we shall leave these bodies here,
These clogs of clay; and mount on high,
To join the songs above the sky.

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1 O HAPPY soul! that lives on high,

While men lie grov'lling here! His hopes are fix'd above the sky,

And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings,

While peace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs

Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God;

His God in secret sees :
Let earth be all in arms abroad,

He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4. His pleasures rise from things unseen,

Beyond this world and time, Where neither eyes nor ears have been,

Nor thoughts of sinners climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne

To raise His figure here;
Content and pleas'd to live unknown,

Till CHRIST His life appear.
6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill

To meet that glorious day;
But patient waits His SAVIOUR's will

To fetch His soul away.


Heavenly joy on eurth.
1 COMÉ, we that love the LORD,

And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place!
Religion never was design'd

To make our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God;
But servants of the heav'nly King

May speak their joys abroad. 4. This awful God is our's,

Our FATHER, and our love ;
He shall send down His heav'nly pow'rs

To carry us above. .
5 There we shall see His face,

And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of His grace

Drink endless pleasures in. 6 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create. 7 The men of grace have found .

Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow,

8 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. 9 Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching thro' IMMANUEL's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

Christ precious to the Believer.

1 JESUS, I love Thy charming Name,

'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heav'n might hear. 2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish,

In Thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear,

Nor friendship half so sweet. 4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, . .

And shed it's fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all it's wounds,

The cordial of it's care.
5 I'll speak the honours of Thy Name,

With my last lab'ring breath ;
And, dying, clasp Thee in my arms,

The antidote of death,

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