He by himself hath sworn, I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, I shall behold his face, I shall his power adore, And sing the wonders of his grace For evermore. Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bound I urge my way At his command; The watery deep I pass, With Jesus in my view, And through the howling wilderness. My way pursue. The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest, A land of sacred liberty And endless rest. There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life forever grow, There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our righteousness; Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of peace On Zion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains, And glorious, with His saints in light, Forever reigns. He keeps His own secure, He guards them by His side; Arrays in garments white and pure His spotless bride; With streams of sacred bliss, With groves of living joys, With all the fruits of Paradise, He still supplies. Before the Three in One They all exulting stand, • And tell the wonders He hath done Through all their land; The listening spheres attend, And swell the growing fame, And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous name. Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, Forever new; He shows His prints of love, They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the world above, The slaughtered Lamb. The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, They ever cry; Hail, Abraham's God and mine, I join the heavenly lays; All might and majesty be Thine, THERE IS NO MORE SEA. FYSH. W HEN tempests toss, and billows roll, And lightnings rend from pole to pole, Sweet is the thought to me, That one day it shall not be so; In the bright world to which I go. There shall be no more sea. My little bark has suffered much As once she seemed to be; When once I to the port am come, Then let the waves run mountain high, Confound the deep, perplex the sky,This shall not always be; One day the sun will brightly shine My Pilot tells me not to fear, If only I depend on Him, To land me safe, in His good time, WHERE THE BLIND SEE. JESSIE GLENN. OH, I hear them tell of a canopy fair, That stretches its blue wing far up in the air; They say it is gemmed with the stars of night, That sparkle and gleam in the pale moonlight; But when I look up all is darkness to me, For I cannot see! I cannot see! I hear of the flowers that round me bloom, The zephyr's sweet wing rustles over me now, I will touch it just once-but where can it be? The rays of the sun, which they tell me are bright: |