3 For ever blessed be thy grace That form'd my soul anew, And made it of an heaven-born race, Thy glory to pursue. 4 My spirit holds perpetual war, And wrestles and complains; But views the happy moment near That shall dissolve its chains. 5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes, To part with every lust; And charge my flesh whene'er it rise To leave them in the dust. 6 My purer spirit shall not fear To put this body on: Its tempting powers no more are there, Its lusts and passions gone. Hymn 1:23. [Supplement.] A hopeful youth falling short of heaven, Mark 10. 21. 1 Must all the charms of nature then So hopeless to salvation prove? Can hell demand, can heaven condemn The man whom Jesus deigns to love? 2 The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbours all their due, (A modest, sober, lovely youth) And thought he wanted nothing now. 3 But mark the change! thus spake the Lord, "Come, part with earth for heaven to-day," The youth astonish'd at the word, In silent sadness went his way. 4 Poor virtues that he boasted so, This test unable to endure; Let Christ, and grace, and glory go To make his land and money sure. 5 Ah foolish choice of treasures here! Ah fatal love of tempting gold! Must this base world be bought so dear? Are life and heaven so cheaply sold? 6 In vain the charms of nature shine, If this vile passion govern me: Transform my soul, O love divine, And make me part with all for thee. Hymn 1:24. The rich sinner dying, Psalm 49. 6 9. Eccl. 8. 8. Job 3. 14 15. 1 In vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty hills of gain. 2 Their golden cordials cannot ease Their pained hearts or aching heads, Nor fright nor bribe approaching death From glittering roofs and downy beds. 3 The lingering, the unwilling soul The dismal summons must obey, And bid a long a sad farewell To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave, Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their bones without distinction lie Amongst the heap of meaner bones. The rest referred to Psalm 49. Hymn 1:25. A vision of the Lamb, Rev 5. 6-9. 1 All mortal vanities, be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears, Behold amidst th' eternal throne A vision of the Lamb appears. 2[Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power. 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne: Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees, and things unknown.] 4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel-sound Address their honours to his name, 5 The joy, the shout, the harmony Flies o'er the everlasting hills, "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals."]