When I soar to worlds unknown---
See thee on thy judgment throne---
Rock of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!

W

HYMN CXXXVIII.

Sickness sweetened. Ps. civ. 34.

TOPLADY.

HEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to fly away.

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of his love;

Sweet to look upward to the place,
Where Jesus pleads above.

3 Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward and behold
Eternal joys my own.

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that his blood
My debt of suffering paid.

5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death;
Sweet to experience day by day
His Spirit's quickening breath.
6 Sweet on his faithfulneis to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend.

7 Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his.

8 If such the sweetness of the stream,
What must the fountain be;
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee?

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'TIS

HYMN CXXXIX.

Meditations on future Glory.

TOPLADY.

IS sweet to rest in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home!

2 There shall my dis-imprison'd soul,
Behold him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,

And grieve, and sin, no more.

3 Shall see him wear that very flesh,
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

4 Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound;
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt.
At his right hand found.

5 These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me!

And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee!

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6 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above,
In Jesus' presence know!

7 O may the unction of these truths,
For ever with me stay,

"Till from her sinful cage dismiss'd,
My spirit flies away!

D

HYMN CXL.

The dying Believer to his Soul.

EATHLESS principle, arise!
Soar, thou native of the skies!
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrought,
Go, to shine before his throne-
Deck his mediatorial crown!
Go, his triumphs to adorn-
Made for God, to God return.
2 Lo, he beckons from on high!
Fearless to his presence fly-
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of God!
Angels, joyful to attend,

Hovering, round thy pillow bend;
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven!
3 Is thy earthly house distrest?
Willing to retain it's guest?
"Tis not thou, but it, must die—
Fly, celestial tenant, fly!

TOPLADY.

Burst thy shackles-drop thy claySweetly breathe thyself away— Singing, to thy crown removeSwift of wing, and fir'd with love! 4 Shudder not to pass the stream, Venture all thy care on Him; Him-whose dying love and power Still'd it's tossing, hush'd it's roar : Safe is the expanded wave, Gentle, as a summer's eve; Not one object of his care Ever suffer'd shipwreck there! 5 See the haven full in view! Love divine shall bear thee through: Trust to that propitious gale, Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail! Saints in glory perfect made, Wait thy passage through the shade; Ardent for thy coming o'er,

See, they throng the blissful shore! 6 Mount, their transports to improveJoin the longing choir aboveSwiftly to their wish be givenKindle higher joy in heaven!Such the prospects that arise To the dying Christian's eyes! Such the glorious vista, Faith Opens through the shades of death!

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FATH

HYMN CXLI.

Fervent Desire.

TOPLADY.

ATHER, I want a thankful heart,
I want to taste how good thou art;

To plunge me in thy mercy's sea,

And comprehend thy love to me;

The length, and depth, and breadth, and height,
Of love divinely infinite.

2 Jesus, my great high-priest above,
My friend before the throne of love;
If now for me prevails thy prayer,
If now I find thee pleading there,
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty advocate, to thine!

3 O sovereign love, to thee I cry,
Give me thyself, or else I die!
Save me from death, from hell set free
;
Death, hell, are but the want of thee!
My life, my crown, my heaven, thou art,
O may I find thee in my heart!

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JES

HYMN CXLII.

A Morning Hymn.

ESUS, by whose grace I live,
From the fear of evil kept,

Thou hast lengthen'd my reprieve,
Held in being while I slept:
With the day my heart renew,
Let me wake thy will to do.

TOPLADY.