297.-7s.

1 "YET a little while"-the Lord
Gave his saints this precious word;
That their hearts with joy might burn,
Thinking of his quick return.

2 "Yet a little while"-the hour
Comes, when we can work no more ;:
Let us then, with single eye,
Seek our God to glorify.

3 "Yet a little while"-and we
Shall with our Beloved be:
May each word and action shew,
That our hearts are with Him now.

298-8, 7.

1 JESUS comes by crowds attended,
Heaven the dazzling train supplies:
Call the dead; the night is ended;
Bid the sleeping dust arise:
Let the ransom'd

Join the Saviour in the skies.

2 'Tis the day so long expected; Shout, ye saints, and triumph now; See your Lord, by man rejected, Many crowns adorn his brow; "Tis his triumph:

Every knee to Him shall bow.

299.-C. M.

1 'Tis He! the mighty Saviour comes,
The victory now is won;

And lo, the throne of David waits
For David's royal Son.

2 Thou blessed Heir of all the earth!
Ascend thine ancient throne;
And bid the willing nations now,
Thy peaceful sceptre own.

3 Shine forth in all Thy glory, Lord,
That man at length may see
That joy, so long estranged from earth,
Can only spring from Thee!

4 O happy day! 'tis come at last,
The reign of death is o'er ;
And sin that marr'd our sweetest joys
Shall grieve our hearts no more.

5 Wash'd in thy blood, the tribes of earth, With all the blest above,

Shall dwell in peace united now,
One family of love.

6 Fruit of thy toil, Thou bleeding Lamb! These joys we owe to Thee,

Then take the glory, Lord!-'tis thine!
And shall for ever be.

300.—5, 6.

1 How happy are we,

Our election who see,

And venture, O Lord, for salvation on Thee! In Jesus approved,

Eternally loved,

Upheld by thy power we cannot be moved.

2 "Is sweet to recline

On the bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine; While born from above,

And upheld by thy love,

With singing and triumph to Zion we move.

3 Our seeking thy face,

Was all of thy grace;

[praise.

Thy mercy demands and shall have all our No sinner can be

Beforehand with Thee:

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free.

4 Our Saviour and Friend His love shall extend,

It knew no beginning, and never shall end; Whom once He receives,

His Spirit ne'er leaves,

Nor ever repents of the gifts that He gives.

5 This proof we would give,

That Thee we receive,

[believe;

Thou art precious alone to the souls that

Be precious to us,

All besides is as dross,

[thy cross.

Compared with thy love, and the blood of

6 Yet one thing we want, More holiness grant,

For more of thy mind and thy image we pant; Thine image impress

On Thy favourite race,

O fashion and polish thy vessels of grace.

7 Thy workmanship we

More fully would be,

[to Thee;

Lord stretch out thine hand and confirm us

While onward we move

To Canaan above,

Come fill us with holiness, fill us with love.

8 Vouchsafe us to know
More of Thee below,

Thus fit us for heaven, and glory bestow;
Our harps shall be tuned,

The Lamb shall be crown'd,

Salvation to Jesus thro' heaven shall resound.

301.-104th.

1 THE fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing; The blood of our Priest, the crucified King, Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from

filth,

And richly dispenses salvation and health.

2 This fountain so dear, he'll freely impart; Unlock'd by the spear, it gush'd from his heart,

With blood and with water-the first to atone,

To cleanse us the latter-the fountain's but

one.

3 This fountain from guilt not only makes pure;

But gives soon as felt infallible cure;
Whatever diseases or dangers befall,
The fountain of Jesus doth rid us of all.

4 This fountain though rich, from charge is quite free,

The poorer the wretch, the welcomer he; Here's strength for the weakly that hither are led,

Here's health for the sickly, here's life for the dead.

5 This fountain in vain has never been tried; It takes out all stain, whenever applied; The water flows sweetly, with virtue divine, To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.

302.-C. M.

1 My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
The comfort of my nights.