Thus on I grew, and still receive The blessings thou art wont to give Blessings alas! I ill repay With new transgressions every day. Yet still be gracious, Mighty Lord; Grant me a heart to love thy word, And each command obey : And when this worthless nature dies; When from the flesh my spirit flies, Let angels waft me through the skies To Christ's eternal day. In thy presence is fulness of joy. Psalm xvi. v. 11. WITHIN the courts of Heav'n above, How glorious is the sight! A Saviour on a throne of love Saints beaming with delight! No cares those happy spirits know, Far from a world of strife; No tears bedew the eyes that glow With everlasting life. I Oh! could some angel hover near, And tell us half its joys; How irksome would this life appear, And death-how great a prize! Then should we spread our anxious wings, Through yon bright orbs to fly; Then should we dwell on heav'nly things, · And wish and long to die. Yet though our frail, corrupted hearts Feel not the heavenly flame, Jesus a Heaven on earth imparts, If we but love his name. Yes! if that hallow'd name we love, And strive his paths to run, This world a Heav'n indeed shall prove Eternal bliss begun. A little that a righteous man hath, is better than the riches of many wicked.-Psalm xxxvii. v. 16. SAY, what is wealth and all its joys, To Heav'n's immense, immortal prize?— The dust that dims the scale ! |