4 Thus will the flesh and Spirit strive, And vex and break my peace; But I fhall quit this mortal life, And fin for ever cease.

HYMN 134:

THE BEATIFIC VISION.

I Long to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty difplay'd,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish, and die to be there,
Where JESUS hath fix'd his abode;
O when fhall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of GOD!
2 With him I on Zion fhall ftand,

(For JESUS hath spoken the word)
The breadth of IMMANUEL's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when on thy bofom reclin'd,
Thy face I am ftrengthen'd to fee,
My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heaven's in thee!
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,

No fickness or forrow fhall prove :

in that life

4 Phyfician of fouls, unto me
Forgivenefs and holiness give,
And then from the body fet free,
And then to the city receive.

I

HYMN 135.

JESU, Our LORD,
Thy name be ador'd,

For all the rich bleffings convey'd by thy word.

2 In fpirit we trace

Thy wonders of grace.

And chearfully join in a concert of praise.

3 The Antient of days

His glory difplays,

And fhines on his chofen with cherishing rays.

4 The trumpet of GoD Is founding abroad,

The language of mercy-falvation thro blood.

5 Thrice happy are they

Who hear and obey,

And share in the bleffings of this gofpelday.

6 The people who know

The Saviour below,

With burning affection to worship him glow.

7 Their anguish and smart,

And forrows depart,

Who find his falvation infcrib'd on their heart.

8 This bleffing be mine,

Thro' favour divine,

But O, my Redeemer, the glory be thine! 9 The work is of grace,

Thine, thine be the praife;

And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.

HYMN 136.

CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD.

WHEN I furvey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but lofs, And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, LORD, that I fhould boast, Save in the cross of CHRIST my Gob; All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood.

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down! Did e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet?

Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a prefent far too fmall;
Love fo amazing, fo divine,:
Demands my foul, my life, my all.

HYMN 137.

FAREWEL TO THE WORLD.

I WORLD, adieu! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms

Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes, and falfe alarms:
Now I fee as clear as day
How thy follies pass away.

2 Vain thy entertaining fights,
Falfe thy promises renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights

Does but flatter and delude:
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the noblest love.

3 Farewel honour's empty pride,
Thy own nice uncertain gust,
If the least mischance betide,
Lays thee lower than the duft:
Worldly honours end in gall,
Rife to-day-to-morrow fall.

4 Foolish vanity-farewel

More inconftant than the wave, Where thy foothing fancies dwell, Pureft tempers they deprave: He, to whom I fly from thee, JESUS CHRIST fhall fet me free.

5 Let not, LORD, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys,
Since in thee alone I find
Solid and fubftantial joys:
Joys that never over-past,
Thro' eternity fhall laft.

6 LORD, how happy is the heart
After thee while it afpires!
True and faithful as thou art,
Thou fhalt answer its defires;
It fhall fee the glorious scene
Of thine everlasting reign.