2. My music is a captive's chains,
Harsh sounds my ears do fill,
How shall I sing sweet Zion's song?
On this side Zion's hill.

3 Yet lo I hear the joyful sound,
Surely I'll quickly come !
Each word much sweetness doth distill,
Like a full honey-comb.

4 And dost thou come my dearest Lord?
And dost thou surely.come?
And dost thou surely quickly come?
Methinks I am at home..

5 Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest Friend;
Come for I loath these kedar tents!
The fiery chariots send.

6 What have I in this barren land!
My Jesus is not here ;

Mine eyes will ne'er be bless'd until
My Jesus doth appear.

7. My Jesus is gone up to heav'n.
To get a place for me;

For 'tis his will, that where he is
There should his servants be.

8 Cana'n I view from Pisgah's top,
Of Cana'n's grapes I taste;
My Lord who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.

9 I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perplex'd?
My God that owns me in this world
Will own me in the next.

10 My dearest friends they dwell above, Them will I go to see ;

And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.

HYMN 82. S. M.

ESUS I fly to thee

JE

For mercy, pardon, grace: Through thee alone poor sinners may Approach the Father's face.

2 Let thy atoning blood,
Encourage me to speak ;

That all my wants, O Lamb of God!
I may to thee relate.

3. I want a sober mind,
A self renouncing will;

That tramples down, and casts behind,
The baits of pleasing ill.

4 I want a Godly fear,

A quick discerning eye;
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly.

5 I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmer or repine,
Nor wish my suff'rings less.

6 This blessing above all,
Always to pray I want;

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

7 I want a true regard, A single steady aim;

Not mov'd by threnings or reward,
To own thee af thy name.

8 I want with all my heart,
Thy pleasure to fulfil,

To know myself and what thou art,
And what's thy perfect will.

9 I want, I know not what,
I want, my wants to see ;
I want alas! what want I not,
When Christ is not in me.

S

HYMN 83. S. M

EE what a wretched state

Sın hath reduc'd us to;

See how it's brought a dismal fate

Of death on things below.

2 See nature all on wing, Taking her rapid flight,

With 'mazing swiftness, which doth bring Her quick to death's dark night.

3 Where part must rest a while,
Which is the house of clay,
To sleep secure from pain and toil,
Till resurrection day.

4 The soul still wafts along,
Without a moment's stay,

Is call'd to join a different throng,
And leave this house of clay.

5 Up to Christ's judgment seat, Where souls at last must come ;

And there their diff'rent sentence meety

And hear their final doom.

6 And now,

O soul! take care,

To steer thy course aright,

And shun sin's ways that's full of snares,
And leads to endless night.

7 But run the way by Christ,
Which leads to endless day;
Christ's words observe, which is your light,
And you can't miss the way.

8 And shortly you shall rise,
To reach the heav'nly hill,

Where Christ you'll see with glad❜ned eyes,
With glory shall be filled.

HYMN 84. C. M.

The need of Christ: and divine help the greatness of God.

ESUS, thy gospel I embrace,

JES

O come and dwell in me,

Sweet is thy voice and work of grace,
Accept my faith in thee.

2 Prepare my soul to run its race
Here in this world below;
And ever give me of thy grace,
Lord help to will and do.

3 Let thy good spirit guide my way,
Yea, let it dwell with me,

Nor suffer me to go astray,
Saviour, I trust in thee.

4 Soon as my race is run may sing Of God's free grace and love,

Nor cease to sing of Christ my

Great God in realms above.

king,

5 Hark! hear the saints and angels sing,
In heavens high courts above,
Salvation to our God belongs

And Christ of saints belov'd.

6 Great is my God, my all in all
Eternal is, I live,

For nothing moves, or stands, or falls,
In worlds, without thy leave.

7 First in thine own immensity,
To dwell forevermore,
Yonder above this azure sky,
Sure angels thee adore.

8 Earth, heaven and hell shews forth thy power,

View God in all to be,

Each day, and night, and every hour,
New scenes of thine may see.

9 Behold what glories in thee shine,
O God of matchless skill,
Resplendant are thy works divine,
Not one shall fail thy will.

10 In wisdom thou hast plac'd them all,
Not one of them recline,

Gave them their station and their call,
Respecting thy design.

11 O matchless power! O glorious skill!
Thy goodness I adore,

O may I know and do thy will,

Now and for evermore.