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And lo! we see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies!

50 let our heart and mind
Continually ascend;
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labours end!

Where all our toils are o'er
Our suff'rings and our pain;
Who meet on that eternal shore
Shall never part again.

7 O happy, happy place,
Where saints and angels meet;
There we shall see each other's face,
And all our brethren greet.

8 The church of the First-born,
We shall with them be blest,
And crown'd with endless joy, return
To our eternal rest.

9 With joy we shall behold,
In yonder blest abode,
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the saints of God.

10 Abra'am and Isaac, there,
And Jacob shall receive
The foll'wers of their faith and prayer,
Who now in bodies live.

11 We shall our time beneath
Live out in cheerful hope,
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain-top.

12 To gather home his own,

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God shall his angels send,
And bid our bliss, on earth begun,
In deathless triumphs end.

CONVINCED OF BACKSLIDING.
Hymn 241. Р. М.

PART FIRST.

How happy are they,

Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love!

2. That comfort was mine,
When the favour divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb!
When my heart it believ'd,
What a joy I receiv'd,

What a heaven in Jesu's name!

3 'Twas a heaven below

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My Redeemer to know,
The angels could do nothing more
Than fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song:
O that all his salvation might see!

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;
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,

And the moon it was under my feet...

7 O! the rapturous height

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Of that holy delight,

Which I felt in the life-giving blood!

2

Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,

As if fill'd with the fulness of God.

Hymn 242. P. M.

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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
How I let my Lord go,

So insensibly starting aside;

When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,

And infected my spirit with pride.

3 But I felt it too soon,

That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.

4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,

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7

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And make my Redeemer depart;

But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,

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;
Without comfort I grieve:

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
The torment I bear,

(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,
I wander abroad,

Through a desert of sorrows Irove:

How great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus's love!

9 I never shall rise

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To my first paradise,

Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope,
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me.

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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,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave;
The help of thy Spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood;
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.

3 O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whele;

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