But from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon in glory be;
Soon the joyful news will come,

Child," your Father calls, "Come home!"

3 But of all the foes we meet,

None so oft mislead our feet,
Nor betray us into sin,

Like the foes that dwell within:
Yet let nothing spoil your peace,
Christ shall also conquer these:
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child," your Father calls, "Come home!"

PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

HYMN 130. C. M. D.

YOME, let us join our friends above
Who have obtain'd the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love,
To joys celestial rise:

Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone:
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

2 One family, we dwell in him,
One church above, beneath,

Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death:

One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of the host have cross'd the flood,
And part is crossing now.

3 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:
His militant, embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.

4 Our spirits, too, shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd;
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
And hear his trumpet's sound:
O that we now might grasp our guide!
O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven!

HYMN 131. 8 lines 8s and 7s.

DChrist shall guide me thro' the gloom,

EATH shall not destroy my comfort,

Down he'll send some heavenly convoy
To convey my spirit home:

Jordan's streams shall ne'er o'erflow me,
While my Saviour 's by my side,
Canaan, Canaan lies before me,
Soon I'll cross the swelling tide.

2 See the happy spirits waiting

On the banks beyond the stream,
Sweet responses still repeating,
Jesus, Jesus, is their theme;

3 See! they whisper; hark! they call me, Sister spirit come away!

o! I come! earth can't contain me,
I Hail, ye realms of endless day!
Yorlds of light and crowns of glory,
Far above yon azure sky,
Tho' by faith I now explore ye;
I'll enjoy you soon on high:
Soon I'll gain a full possession,

Faith and hope shall henceforth cease,
Lost in love's exhaustless ocean,
Love, that sweetest, brightest grace.
4 Swiftly roll, ye ling'ring hours,

Seraphs lend your glittering wings;
Love absorbs my ransom'd powers,
Heavenly sound around me rings:
Jesus clad in dazzling splendor,

Now methinks appears in view;
Sinners, could ye see my Jesus,
You would love and serve him too.

HYMN 132. C. M.

OW peaceful is the closing scene
When virtue yields its breath;

How sweetly beams the smile serene
Upon the cheek of death!

2 The Christian's heart no fear can blight, No pain his peace destroy;

He views, beyond the realms of light,
A pure and boundless joy.

3 Oh, who can gaze with heedless sight,
On scenes so fair as this?

Who but exclaims-"Thus let me die,
And be my end like his !"

HYMN 133. L. M.

"M glad that I am born to die,

shall fly;

Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem.

2 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
I hope to praise him after death,
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.

3 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Saviour smiles, and bids me come; Sweet angels beckon me away,

To sing God's praise in endless day. 4 I soon shall pass the vale of death, And in his arms I'll lose my breath, And then my happy soul shall tell My Jesus has done all things well. 5 I soon shall hear the awful sound, Awake, ye nations under ground; Arise, and drop your dying shrouds, And meet your Saviour in the clouds. 6 When to that blessed world I rise,

And join the anthems in the skies,

This note above the rest shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well. 7 Then shall I see my blessed God, And praise him in his bright abode; My theme through all eternity, Shall glory, glory, glory be.

HYMN 134.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

Quit, oh quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, Sister spirit come away! What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses-shuts my sight? Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears!

Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring!

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave, where is thy victory?

O death, where is thy sting?

HYMN 135. 8 7s and 6s.

THERE is a holy city,

A happy world above,

Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;