PARADISE RESTORED. CHARLES WESLEY. ESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, We seek thy bleeding side, Assured that all who trust in thee Shall evermore abide. Then let the thundering trumpet sound, The latest lightning glare; The mountains melt; the solid ground The huge, celestial bodies roll, Sublime upon his azure throne, So be it! let this system end, ARISE, FLY UP, AND RUN. A ISAAC WATTS. RISE, my soul! fly up, and run Through every heavenly street; And say there's nought below the sun. That's worthy of thy feet. There, on a high, majestic throne, Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits, Amidst those ever-shining skies But oh, what beams of heavenly grace Jesus, and when shall that dear day, When I shall leave this house of clay, WRECK OF THE UNIVERSE. W MATHER BYLES. HEN wild confusion wrecks the air, Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand, I'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders, roll, "Let the earth totter on her base, Come quickly, blesséd Lord, appear— Let angels tell Thy coming near, Around Thy wheels, in the glad throng, All hallelujah on my tongue— WE SEEK THE PROMISED SOIL. Ο ANNA LETITIA BARBAuld. UR country is Immanuel's ground— Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise, The flowers that spring along the road We tread the path our Master trod; And every thorn that wounds our feet "O FOR THE PEARLY GATES." CECIL FRANCIS ALEXANDER. OH, for the pearly gates of heaven! Oh for the golden floor! Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness, The highest hopes we cherish here, Oh, for a heart that never sins! Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, But there are perfectness and peace, Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord, |