Vanish as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.
6 Great All in All, eternal King!
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thy endless grandeur and thy grace.

481.

L. M.

WATTS.

The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.-Col. iii. 3, 4.

DESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things;
2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our almighty Father's throne;
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand.
And thrones and powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.

5 O what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,

And sit on every heavenly hill,

And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above,

And stand and bow amongst them there, And view thy face, and sing, and love?

482.

L. M.

The Believer's Treasure.-Col. i. 5, 6; Matt. vi. 21.

IN heaven my choicest treasure lies,
My hopes are placed above the skies;
"Tis Christ, the bright and morning star,
Draws my affections from afar.

20 that my anxious mind were free
From this vile tenement of clay,

That I might view the immortal word,
And live and reign with Christ my Lord.
3 Then should I see, and feel, and know,
What 'tis to rest from sin and woe;
And all my soul be tuned to sing
The praises due to Christ my King.

4 [Hail, blessed time! Lord, bid me come.
And enter my celestial home,
And drown the sorrows of my breast,
In seas of unmolested rest.]

483.

7. 6.

The Christian's Prospect of Heaven.-Luke xii. 32.

YES, I shall soon be landed

On yonder shores of bliss;

There, with my powers expanded,
Shall dwell where Jesus is.

2 Yes, I shall soon be seated With Jesus on his throne;

My foes be all defeated,

And sacred peace made known.
3 With Father, Son, and Spirit,
I shall for ever reign,
Sweet joy and peace inherit,
And every good obtain.

4 I soon shall reach the harbour,
To which I speed my way;
Shall cease from all my labour,
And there for ever stay.

5 Sweet Spirit, guide me over
This life's tempestuous sea;
Keep me, O holy Lover,

For I confide in thee.

6 O that in Jordan's swelling
I may be help'd to sing,

And pass the river, telling
The triumphs of my King.
484.

8. 3.

The Saint's Inheritance.-2 Cor. vii. 1.

PERFECT holiness of spirit,
Saints above, full of love,
With the Lamb inherit.
2 This inheritance, believer,

Faith alone makes thy own,
Safe and sure for ever.

3 True, 'twas thine from everlasting;
But the bliss of it is

Known to thee by tasting.

HART.

4 Though thou here receive but little; Scarce enough for the proof

Of thy proper title;

5 Urge thy claim through all unfitness;
Sue it out, spurning doubt;
The Holy Ghost's thy witness.
6 Cite the will of his own sealing;
Title good, sign'd with blood,

Valid and unfailing.

7 When thy title thou discernest, Humbly then sue again For continual earnest.

485.

78.

J. & C. W.

The Resurrection.-1 Cor. xv. 20, 55, 56.

CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say,

Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won: Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;

Lo! he sets in blood no more!

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath open'd paradise.

4 Lives again our glorious King; Where, O Death, is now thy sting? Once he died our souls to save; Where's thy victory, boasting Grave?

5 [Soar we now where Christ has led,
Following our exalted Head;

Made like him, like him we rise;
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies!]

6 Hail! the Lord of earth and heaven!
Praise to thee by both be given!
Thee we greet, triumphant now!
Hail! the Resurrection thou!

486.

C. M.

HART.

Christ's Resurrection.-Matt. xxviii. 2-6.

SEE! from the dungeon of the dead,

Our great Deliverer rise;

While conquests wreathe his heavenly head, And glory glads his eyes.

2 The struggling Hero, strong to save,
Did all our miseries bear

Down to the chambers of the grave,
And left the burden there.

3 [See, how the well-pleased angel rolls
The stone, and opes the prison!
Lift up your heads, ye sin-sick souls,
And sing, The Lord is risen.]

4 No more indictments justice draws;
It sets the soul at large;
Our Surety undertook the cause,
And faith's a full discharge.

5 To save us, our Redeemer died;
To justify us, rose;

Where's the condemning power beside,

Has right to interpose?