Life is like a dying taper ;

O, ye saints, why wish to stay? Why not spread your wings and fly Straight to yonder world of joy? 2 See that glory, how resplendent! Brighter far than fancy paints; There, in majesty transcendent, Jesus reigns, the king of saints: Spread your wings, ye saints, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. 3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding, Sing with rapture of his love; Through the heav'ns his praises sounding, Filling all the courts above: Spread your wings, ye saints, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. 4 Go, and share his people's glory ; 'Midst the ransom'd crowd appear; There announce the wondrous story, One that angels love to hear. Spread your wings, ye saints, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy.

599.

C. M. Salvation to be soon completed. Luke xxi. 28.

1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sov'reign love,
That shews salvation nigh.

2 Swift on the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
And each revolving year.

3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal pow'rs decay:
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

600.

C. M. The glorified Church entering upon the everlasting state. Rev. xxi. 1–4.

1 Lo! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!

The earth and sea are pass'd away,
And, like a scroll, the skies.

2 From the third heav'n where God resides,
That holy, happy place;
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
"Of your descending King.

"The God of glory down to men
"Removes his bless'd abode;
"He dwells with them; his people they,
"And he their gracious God.

5"His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
"From ev'ry weeping eye; ̧

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
"And death itself shall die.”

6 How long, Redeemer! O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

Almighty God! thy word is cast,

All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name,

A FULNESS resides in Jesus our head,
A garden fenc'd from common earth,
A hand unseen is o'er us now,
Ah wretched souls who strive in vain,

Almighty Maker, God,

HYMN.

184

461

557

469

313

9

107

All praise to the Lord whose infinite love,

118

And art thou, gracious Master, gone,

476

And do we hope to be with him,

458

And is there, Lord, indeed,

158

575

And must this body die,
And will the great eternal God,
And will th' offended God again,
Angels from the realms of glory,
Another six days' work is done,
Arise, O King of grace! arise,
Arm of the Lord, awake! awake,
As the dew from heav'n distilling,
At the time by God appointed
At thy command, redeeming Lord,

Awake, and sing the song,

Awake, our drowsy souls,

Awake, our souls, away our fears,
Awake, our souls, stretch ev'ry nerve,
A wake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
Awake, ye saints, and with the sun,
Awake, ye saints, in grateful songs,
Away from ev'ry mortal care,

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Begone unbelief! our Saviour is near,
Behold! beneath sin's tyrant sway,

393

440

56

254

228

354

322

137

307

130

258

544

502

599

411

491

245

225

522

167

Behold th' expected time draws near,
Behold the glories of the Lamb,
Behold! the lofty sky,

Behold the man, how glorious he,
Behold the mountain of the Lord,
Behold the open'd fountain,
Behold the path that mortals tread,
Behold the Saviour stands and calls,
Behold the sin atoning Lamb,
Behold the sons and heirs of God,
Behold the sure foundation stone,
Behold the temple of the Lord,

Behold the throne of grace,
Behold! what wondrous grace,
Beset with snares on ev'ry hand,

382

438

468

Be silent earth, the Lord hath spoke,
Bewilder'd in the shades of night,
Beyond the glitt'ring starry sky,

516

180

141

Bless'd are the bonds of Christian love,
Bless'd are the humble souls that see,
Bless'd are the seasons when we wait,

405

453

385

Bless'd are the souls that hear and know,
Bless'd be the everlasting God,

315

574

Bless'd day of God, how calm, how bright,

256

Bless'd intercourse, when Christians meet,
Bless'd is the man, for ever bless'd,

402

457

Bless'd is the man, whose heart expands,

368

Bless'd Jesus! source of grace divine,

183

Christ and his cross is all our theme,
Christians an arduous fight maintain,
Christians brethren! ere we part,
Christ, our great Passover, is slain,
Christ the Lord is ris'n to-day,
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Come all ye chosen saints of God,
Come, bless the Lord, our souls,

Come, gracious Lord! descend and dwell,
Come, gracious Spirit! from above,
Come, happy souls, approach your God,
Come, happy souls who know the Lord,
Come, Holy Ghost! our minds inspire,
Come, Holy Spirit! come,

Come, Holy Spirit! from above,
Come in, ye blessed of the Lord,

HYMN.

216

531

406

295

77

414

60

487

507

224

58

114

221

222

505

399

Come, let us join our cheerful songs,

Come, let us stand upon the rock,

Come, let us to the Lord our God,

Come, Lord! and warm each languid heart,

150

579

197

593

Come, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb,

Come, saints, prepare your noblest songs,

153

31

Come, saints, with all your pow'rs to praise,

Come, saints, with one accord,

168

85

Come, sound his praise abroad,

Come, thou desire of all thy saints,
Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,

312

248

488

Draw near, O ye ransom'd, and help us to sing,