2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
As fair as breath of even;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose-in heaven.

3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven;

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

14 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven,
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

5 There fragrant flow'rs immortal bloor
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom,
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

Prospect of Heaven,

1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never fading flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling
flood,

Stand drest in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea,

And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise-
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes:

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold

flood

Should fright us from the shore.

The Path to Heaven.

1 There is a path that leads to God,
All others go astray;

Narrow, but pleasant is the road,
And Christians love the way.

2 It leads strai't thro' this world of sin,
And dangers must be past;
But those who boldly walk therein,
Will come to heaven at last.

Evening Devotion.

I I love to steal awhile away,
From every cumbering care,

And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 1 love in solitude to shed The penitential tear.

Ind all his promises to plead, Where none but God is near.

3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore,

And all my care and sorrows cast On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
That leads to endless day.

Nothing true but Heaven. This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given,

The smiles of joy, the tears of wo,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;
There's nothing true but heaven!
2 And false the light on glory's plume,
As fading hues of even;

And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom
Are blossoms gathered for the tomb;
There's nothing bright but heaven!
3 Poor wanderers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave we're driven;
And fancy's flash, and reason's ray,
Serve but to light the troubled way;
There's nothing calm but heaven!

Heaven on Earth.

1 This world's not "all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given,"

He that hath soothed a widow's wo,
Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth know
There's something here of heaven.

2 And he that walks life's thorny way
With feelings calm and even;
Whose path is lit from day to day
By virtue's bright and steady ray;
Hath something felt of heaven.

3 He, that the Christian's course has run And all his foes forgiven;

Who measures out life's little span,
In love to God, and love to man,
On earth has tasted heaven.

Condescending Grace.

10 thon, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame,

Thro' all the world, how great art thou, How glorious is thy name!

2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,

Employs our wondering sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light ;-

Vain prosperity.

1 No! I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height.

2 Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright they shine;
Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine!

Redemption.

1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and-O amazing love!-
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled;
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoiled the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

Mutual Love.

Faith's review and expectation.

1 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.

I

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come:

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home..

4 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures ;

He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease,

I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine;

But God who owns me here below,
Shall be forever mine.

The Saint's Farewell.

1 Ye fading charms of earth, farewell!
Your springs of joy are dry:
My soul now seeks another home,
A brighter world on high.

2 Farewell! ye friends, whose tender

care

Has long engaged my love;
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above.

3 With joy I leave this vale of tears,
Where pain and sorrow grow,
Welcome the day which ends my toils,
And every scene of woe.

4 No more shall sin disturb my breast,
My God shall frown no more,
The streams of love divine shall yield
Transport unknown before.

15 Fly, then, ye intervening day!
Lord, send my summons down!
The hand that strikes me to the dust
'Shall raise me to a crown.

He seeks creation through,
And vainly strives for solid bliss,
In trying something new.

2 And could we call all Europe ours, With India and Peru,

The soul would feel an aching void, And still want something new.

All good in him we view: [love,
The soul forsakes its vain delights
In Christ finds all things new.
4 The joy the dear Redeemer gives
Will bear a strict review;
Nor need we ever change again,
For Christ is always new,