FA HYMN 96. L. M. Leaving the World. AREWELL vain world, I must begone, Till I a better world can see. 2 Why art thou loth my heart, O why 3 I come my Lord a pilgrim's pace, 4 I come my Lord the floods here rise, Farewell poor world, heav'n's my desire. 5 Stay, stay, said earth, whither fond one, Here's a fair world, what would'st thou have, Fair world O no, thy beauty's gone, A heav'nly Canaan Lord I crave. Thus the ancient trav❜lers thus they, Weary of earth sigh'd after thee; They're gone before, I must not stay, Till I both thee and them may see. -7 Put on my soul put on with speed, Once more poor world farewell indeed, HYMN 97. C. M. Keep Close to Jesus and be safe from harm. S when the child secure of harms, A Hangs at the mother's breast; Safe folded in her anxious arms, 2 And while through many a painful path, 3 Should some short start his quiet break, His little arms about her neck, 4 Poor child paternal love alone, 5 So souls that would to Jesus press, 6 Keep close to me thou helpless sheep, 7 Thy whole dependence on me fix, Nor entertain a thought, Thy worthless schemes with mine to mix, 8 Fond self direction is a shelf, HYMN 98. L. M. The superlative love of a Redeemer. my NOME let me love or is mind I saw the blessed fair one bend, And stoop t'embrace me from the skies. 2 O'tis a thought would melt a rock, 3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, 4 Did ever pity stoop so low? Dress'd in divinity and blood; -5 Amazing grace, Almighty charms, 6 Sure I must love, or are my ears K L HYMN 99. C. M. The presence of God worth dying for. ORD 'tis an infinite delight, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, 2 Thy way is to the upright strength, That never tiring with the length, 3 Now let me rise and join their song, My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 4 I would begin the music here, 5 There that love ye my Saviour sit, There I would fain have place, Amongst your thrones, or at your feet, 6 O may my humble spirit stand; 7 Then shall our love and joy be full, 3 Jesus the Lord their harps employ, Jesus my love they sing, Jesus the name of all my joys, Sounds sweet on every string. O may I bear some humble part, R HYMN 100. C. M. Zion and the Lamb. ISE Zion, shine, thy light is come, Those beams we see how bright they be, 2 Of righteousness that rising is, 3 Are tokens, plain the Lamb once slain Is hast'ning to his throne; The bride doth say come hast a-way, 4 The saints rejoice, the turtle's voice The hundred forty-four thousand, 5 And there they sing to Christ their king, With songs of such a strain ; That there are none but those alone, 6 Can learn the song that saints do sing, The song of Moses now |