LEAD US TO THY HOME. FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE. TAR of morn and even, Sun of Heaven's heaven, Saviour high and dear, Though the gloom be grievous, Though the tempter come, Saviour pure and holy, Star of morn and even Hear Thy very own! Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home! I LOVE TO THINK OF HEAVEN. SWAINE. LOVE to think of heaven, where I shall meet And He who is my hope of heaven below HASTE, MY BELOVED, RAISE MY SOUL. ISAAC WATTS. F ROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds. And fly beyond the grave. There, where my blesséd Jesus reigns, In pleasure and in praise. My Saviour! every smile of Thine LET ME BE WITH THEE WHERE THOU L ART. CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT. ET me be with Thee where Thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest; Then only will this longing heart Be fully and forever blest. Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold. Let me be with Thee where Thou art, Be evil and defiled no more. Let me be with Thee where Thou art, I SEND THE JOYS OF EARTH AWAY. I ISAAC WATTS. SEND the joys of earth away ; Away, ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wind! Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair ; And while I listened to your song, Your streams had ev'n conveyed me there. Lord! I adore Thy matchless grace, Which warned me of that dark abyss, Which drew me from those treacherous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. Now to the shining realms above I stretch my hands and glance my eyes; Oh for the pinions of a dove To bear me to the upper skies! There, from the bosom of my God, And drown the sorrows of my soul! RISE, MY SOUL, AND STRETCH THY WINGS. ROBERT SEAGRAVE. R ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Rise from transitory things Toward heaven, thy native place: Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Both speed them to their source: Fly me, riches, fly me, cares, Flattering world, with all thy snares, |