And lo! we see the vast reward 50 let our heart and mind Where all our toils are o'er 7 O happy, happy place, 8 The church of the First-born, 9 With joy we shall behold, 10 Abra'am and Isaac, there, 11 We shall our time beneath 12 To gather home his own, 1. God shall his angels send, CONVINCED OF BACKSLIDING. PART FIRST. How happy are they, Who the Saviour obey, Of a soul in its earliest love! 2. That comfort was mine, I first found in the blood of the Lamb! What a heaven in Jesu's name! 3 'Twas a heaven below 4 My Redeemer to know, And the Lover of sinners adore. Jesus all the day long He hath lov'd me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me 5 On the wings of his love, I was carried above All sin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever should grieve, That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky, Freely justified I,, Nor did envy Elijah his seat; And the moon it was under my feet... 7 O! the rapturous height 1 Of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood! 2 Of my Saviour possest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Hymn 242. P. M. A PART SECOND. H! where am I now! When was it, or how, That I fell from my heaven of grace! I am brought into thrall; I am stript of my All; I am banish'd from Jesus's face: Hardly yet do I know So insensibly starting aside; When the tempter came in And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, 4 Only pride could destroy 5 6 7 8 And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, For the veil is come over my heart. Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within; My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone, To the fury of Satan and sin! Nothing now can relieve; I have lost all my peace and my power; No access do I find To the Friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more: Tongue cannot declare (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden like me. Driven out from my God, Through a desert of sorrows Irove: How great is my pain, 9 I never shall rise 1 To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: H Hymn 243. L. M. OW shall a lost sinner in pain, Recover his forfeited peace? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release? Will mercy itself be so kind To spare such a rebel as me? And O, can I possibly find Such plenteous redemption in thee? 2 O Jesus, of thee I require, If still thou art able to save, 3 O Jesus, in pity draw near, |