2 Assisted by his grace, We still pursue our way; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day. 3 'Tis he that works to will; 'Tis he that works to do; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too. 511. L. M. 6l. Christian Psalmist. Foretaste of Heaven. 1 What must it be to dwell above, At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, Since the sweet earnest of his love O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains! No heart can think, no tongue explain, What bliss it is with Christ to reign. 2 When sin no more obstructs our sight, When sorrow pains our hearts no more, How shall we view the Prince of Light And all his works of grace explore! What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know; For this, with patience, I would wait, Till, weaned from earth, and all below, I mount to my celestial seat, And wave my palm, and wear my crown, And, with the elders, cast them down. 512. C. M. Doddridge. Jesus precious to them that believe. 1 Jesus, I love thy charming name; 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear. 2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; No light unto my eyes so dear, No friendship half so sweet. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there,-- The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. 4 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my expiring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death. 513. C. M. Watts. The Hope of Heaven. 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all! 3 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY. 514. C. M. Watts. "From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God." 1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home; 2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.