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While God's own Spirit gently blows,
And fans these holy fires.
Shall God's high praise proclaim:
Of Moses and the Lamb.
460. Heaven in View. WHILE on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wiog its flight away. Where Jesus dwells my soul would be; And faints my much-loy'd Lord to see ; Earth, twine no more about my heart, For 'tis far better to depart. Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesu's throne, Source of my joys, and of your own. That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at his feet! Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro' the full beamings of his grace! As with a seraph's voice to sing, To fly as on a cherub's wing ! Performing with ynweary'd hand The present Saviour's high commands. Yet with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait thy signal for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
And gazing still! with ravish'd eyes,
in one divine accord, My soul may triumph in her Lord.
462 Ar sactor laid, remote from home, Tá. I cry, 'Sweet Spirit, come! s Caestial breeze, no longer stay, * Bat sweil my sails, and speed my way! s Feia voald I mount, fain would I glow, • An loose my cable from below:
Ba: I can only spread ms sail; * Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious
W zea heated in the chase;
And thy refreshing grace.
Mr thirty soul doth pipe;
Thou Majesty divine!
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
465. Be present at our table, Lord; Be here and every where ador’d: These creatures bless, and grant that we May feast in Paradise with thee.
465. Blest are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound;
And light their steps surround. Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Thro' their Redeemer's name ;