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p. 71 Leander

Tune: Tennessee Harmony, 1818

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

My soul forsakes her vain delight
And bids the world farewell;
Base as the dirt beneath the feet
And mischievous as hell.
No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow’r.

There’s nothing ’round this spacious earth
That suits my soul’s desire;
To boundless joy and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.
Oh, for the pinions of a dove
To mount the heav’nly road;
There shall I share my Savior’s love,
There shall I dwell with God.

282 I'm going home

p.282

Tune: I'm going home, Leonard P. Breedlove, 1850

Text: unknown

Farewell, vain world! I’m going home!
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

I’m glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

84 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings

p.84

Tune: Amsterdam, Foundery Collection (John Wesley), 1742

Words: Robert Seagrave, 1742

Rise my soul and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from all terrestrial things
T’wards heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upwards tends to His abode
To rest in His embrace.

289 There is a land of pure delight

p. 289

Tune: Greensborough, John Mercer 1850

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707

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-withering flowers;
death, like a narrow sea, divides
|: this heavenly land from ours.:|

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
stand dressed in living green;
so to the Jews old Canaan stood,
|: while Jordan rolled between. :|

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
to cross the 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! :|

26 My spirit looks to God alone

p.26
Tune Samaria
Metre LMD

Text: Isaac Watts, 1719

My spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is His throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on His salvation waits.

 Trust Him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before His face:
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glittering dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke?

For sovereign power reigns not alone,
Grace is a partner on the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.