2 Down in old Jordan's rolling 8 Nothing on earth I call my own,
The Baptist led the holy Lamb,
And there did him baptize;
Jehovah saw his darling Son,
And was well pleased in what he'd
done,
And owned him from the skies.
3 "This is my Son," Jehovah cries;
The echoing voice from glory flies,
"O children, hear ye him;"
Hark! 'tis his voice; behold, he cries:
"Repent, believe, and be baptized,
And wash away your sins."
4 Come, children, come; his voice
obey;
Salem's bright King has marked the
And has a crown prepared;
O then arise and give consent,
Walk in the way that Jesus went,
And have the great reward.
5 Believing children, gather round,
And let your joyful songs abound,
With cheerful hearts arise;
See, here is water, here is room,
A loving Saviour calling, "Come,
O children, be baptized."
6 Behold! his servant waiting
stands,
With willing heart and ready hands,
To wait upon the bride;
Ye candidates, your hearts prepare,
And let us join in solemn prayer,
Down by the water side.
Hope of Heaven,
O glorious hope of perfect love,
Which lifts my heart to things above!!
It bears on eagle's wings;
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments
With Jesus, priests and kings. [feast
2 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those who basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen,
Their honors, wealth and pleasures
I neither love nor want. [mean,
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.
4 There is my house and portion fair,
And my abiding rest;
My treasure and my heart is there
Then let the pilgrim's journey end,
And O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast.
The Lord is in his garden.
The Lord into his garden comes;
The spices yield a rich perfume,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine!
From Jesus flow to every vine,
Which makes the dead revive.
2 We feel that heaven is now began,
It issues from the shining throne,
From Jesus' grace on high;
It comes like floods we can't contain,
We drink, and drink and drink again,
And yet for more we cry.
3 But when we come to reign above,
And all surround the throne of love,
We'll drink a full supply;
Jesus will lead his armies through,
To living fountains where they flow,
Which never will run dry.
1 Amen, amen, my soul replies,
I'm bound to meet you in the skies,
And claim a mansion there:
Now here's my heart, and here's my
hand,
To meet you in that heavenly land,
Where we shall part no more.
We'll sing and shout, our sufferings
In sweet, redeeming love; [o'er
We'll shout and praise our conquer-
ing King,
Who died himself that he might
Us rebels near to God. [bring
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious throne to bow,
Though wenkest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought,
To have my worthless name left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
8 Prevent, prevent it, by thy grace!
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place,
In that expected day:
Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,
To still each unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
Way to be happy.
1 If solid happiness we prize,
Within our breast the jewel lies;
Nor need we roam abroad:
The world has little to bestow;
From loving hearts, our joys must flow,
Hearts that delight in God.
2 To be resigned when ills betide,
Patient when favors are denied,
And pleased with favors given;
This is the wise, the virtuous part,
This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance reaches heaven.
sound. Thus thro' life's changing scenes wa'll
Its checkered paths of joy and woe,
With holy care we'll tread;
4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall
To see thy smiling face;
Then loud, through all the crowd, I'll
While heaven's resounding mansions Quit this vain world without a tear,
With shouts of boundless grace.
Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead.
1. How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their
But when I am happy in him, Decem-ber's as
40 why then so loth for to part,
Since we shall ere long meet again,
Engraved on Emmanuel's heart;
At distance we cannot remain.
5 And when we shall see the bright
United with angels above, [day,
No longer confined to our clay,
O'erwhelmed in the ccean of love.
6 O then with our Jesus we'll reign,
And all his bright glory shall see,
And sing Hallelujah, Amen,
Amen, even so let it be.
Composed by George Whitefield.
1 Ah! lovely appearance of death,
What sight upon earth is so fair;
Not all the gay pageants on earth,
Can with this dead body compare!
With solem: delight I survey
The corpse, when the spirit is fled,
In love with that beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead.
2 How bless'd is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind,
How the soul that has left
easy
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see,
No longer in misery now,
No longer a sinner like me.
8 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in this prison of earth,
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death.
What now with my tears I bedew,
O might I this moment become!
My spirit created anew,
My flesh be consigned to the tomb!
1. We sing of the realms of the blest, That country so
2. We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temp
3 We speak of its service of love, 4 Do thou, Lord, midst pleasure or The robes which the glorified wear, For heaven our spirits prepare ;[woe The church of the first-born above-Then, soon shall we joyfully know Eat what must it be to be there? And feel, what it is to be there.
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