But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 “We've no abiding city here ;”

Sad truth, were this to be our home: But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come." 3 "We've no abiding city here,”

Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.

4 "We've no abiding city here ;"-
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's name, we'll soon be there→
It shines with everlasting light.

5 Zion!-Jehovah is her strength!

Secure she smiles at all her foes; And weary travellers at length, Within her sacred walls repose. 6 O sweet abode of peace and love! Where pilgrims, freed from toil are blest; Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee and be at rest.

But hush, my soul, nor dare repine:
The time my God appoints is best:
While here to do his will be mine;
And his to fix my time of rest.

CCCLXVI. C. M. NEW Sel.
My portion is above.

AREWELL, vain world, to earth adient,
Your glories I despise;

or friendship I no more pursue,

Your flatt'ries are but lies.

2 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;

Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasures die.

3 Had I the Indies, East and West,
And riches of the sea,

Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.

4 Then let my soul rise far above,
By faith I'll take my wing
To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing.

5 There love and joy that will not waste,
There treasures that endure;

There pleasures that will always last,
Abound forever more.

CCCLXVII. L. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT, Longing for Glory.

1 HASTE that delightful, awful day,

When this my soul shall leave her clay, Mount and make her last remove,

up

And join the church of Christ above.

2 Vain world! what are your toys to me? 'Tis Jesus that I want to see:

3

I'd leave my friends, my life, my all,
And thus address this earthly ball:

"Farewell—no more I tread your ground, "No more I need the gospel-sound;

"My feet have reach'd the heavenly shore, "I know no imperfection more.

4 "Let friends no more my sufferings mourn, "Nor view my relics with concern :

"O cease to drop the pitying tear, "I've got beyond the reach of fear.". 3 Through tribulation sharp and long I'm brought to join the sinless throng; Glory to God for every wo,

For every pain I felt below.

6 All glory to the Lamb of God:

My robes are spotless through his blood; 'Tis through his free and sov'reign grace I now behold his blissful face.

7 Worthy the Lamb that once was slain
In glory infinite to reign:

To him unceasing praise be given,
By all on earth and all in Heaven.

CCCLXVIII. C. M.

MY

WATTS.

Parting with carnal joys.
Y soul forsakes her vain delight,
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow'r.

3 There's nothing round the spacious earth
That suits my large desire:
To boundless joys and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.

4 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly road ;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love,
And there my smiling God.

I

CCCLXIX. L. M. WATTS.

The same.

SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along
Down to the gulph of black despair;
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treach❜rous seas,
And bid me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above
I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes:
O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

5 There from the bosom of my God
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

CCCLXX. C. M. WATTS.

Love to the creatures is dangerous.

1 HOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!

Each pleasure hath its poison too;
And ev'ry sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,

How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God.

4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense?
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart
From all created good.

away

GIVING TO THE POOR.

CCCLXXI. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Relieving Christ in his Members. Matt. xxv. 40.

1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum ?
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace:
And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed,
And visited and cheer'd;

And in their accents of distress,

My Saviour's voice is heard.'