5 Here fix, my roving heart!
Here wait, my warmest love,
Till this communion be complete,

In nobler scenes above.

Doddridge.

HYMN 65. C. M. Dedham.

Resignation. 1 Sam. iii. 18.

1 It is the Lord-enthron'd in light,
Whose claims are all divine;
Who has an undisputed right
To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord-who gives me all,
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recal
Whatever part he please.

3 It is the Lord-who can sustain
Beneath the heaviest load,
From whom assistance I obtain
To tread the thorny road.

4 It is the Lord-whose matchless skill
Can from afflictions raise

Blessings, eternity to fill

With ever growing praise.

5 It is the Lord-my cov'nant God,
Thrice blessed be his name,

Whose gracious promise, seal'd with blood,
Must ever be the same.

6 Can I with hopes so firmly built,

Be sullen, or repine?

No, gracious God! take what thou wilt,

To thee I all resign.

MONTGOMERY'S SEL.

Longing for Heaven.

1 O could I soar to worlds above,
That blessed state of peace and love;

How gladly would I mount and fly
On angels' wings to joys on high!

2 But, ah! still longer must I stay,
Ere darksome night is chang'd to day,
More crosses, sorrows, conflicts bear,
Expos'd to trials, pains and care.

3 Well, let these troubles still abound,
Let thorns and briars fill the ground;
Let storms and tempests dreadful come,
Till I arrive at heaven, my home.

4 My Father knows what road is best,
And how to lead to peace and rest;
To him I cheerful give my all,

Go where he leads, and wait his call.

5 When he commands my soul away,
Not kingdoms then shall tempt my stay,
With rapture I shall wake, and rise
To join my friends above the skies.

BELKNAP'S SEL.

HYMN 67. L. M. Duke Street.

Covenant engagements joyfully recognised. 2 Chron. xv. 15.

1 O, happy day, that fix'd my choice,
On thee, my Saviour! and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

2 'Tis done; the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's and he is mine;

He drew me and I follow'd on-
Charm'd to confess the voice divine.

3 Now rest, my long-divided heart!
Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest;
Here have I found a better part,

Here heavenly pleasures fill my breast.

4 High heav'n that heard the solemn vow, That vow renew'd shall daily hear;

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

Doddridge.

HYMN 68. C. M. Brattle Street.

The closing scene of a Christian. 2 Tim. iv. 6.

1 The Christian Pilgrim bid depart,-
Departs without a sigh,

Fear can no longer chill his heart,
Nor sorrow dim his eye.

2 In Heav'n's own garments see him stand
On death's much dreaded shore,

He gazes on the promis'd land,

And seems already o'er.

3 We saw him oft betray a fear,
As near this flood he drew;
But now a willing pilgrim here,
He kindles at the view.

4 A ray hath broke from Canaan's land
Across that sullen flood:

It bids him quit its mortal strand,
And onward march to God.

5 He marches on, for now his eye
Hath lost life's lurid ray,
As suns which quit a clouded sky
To shine in brighter day.

6 O, could we catch one moment's view,

Of what he now must know,

Sorrow would fill our spirits too,

To linger thus below. MEMOIRS OF URQUHART.

HYMN 69. C. M. Dedham.

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise,

Within the vail, and see

WATTS.

The saints above-how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came;
They with united breath,

Ascribe their conquests to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious leader claims our praise.

For his own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heav'n.

HYMN 70. C. M. Walsal.

Sick-bed Devotion. Ps. xxxix. 9-13.

1 God of my life! look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;

But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord!
They come at thy command,
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word,
Against thy chast'ning hand.

3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

5 But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,

Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

WATTS.

HYMN. 71. C. M. Walsal.

Love to creatures 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,
Shine with deceitful light;

We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys our 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!

'Tis there 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 away,
From all created good.

HYMN 72. C. M. Brattle Street.

WATTS.

Thankfulness for providential goodness.

1 When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my

infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran,