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58. Vain world, adieu.

1 When for eternal worlds we

steer,

And seas are calm, and skies are clear,

And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan
rise:

The soul for joy then claps her
wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet
sings,

Vain world, adieu.

2 With cheerful hope her eyes

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Celestial prospects bright ap

pear.

To sound her ground my faith now springs,

And to her Author thus she sings

"Thy will be done."

2 As bearing up to gain the port, A blood stain'd cross and heaven in view,

Again for joy she claps her 3 wings,

And loud her lovely sonnet sings,

Vain world, adieu.

3 The nearer still she draws to land,

More eager all her powers expand:

With steady helm, and free bent sail,

Her anchor drops within the vail :

A Savior's wounds my harborfort

The beacon-to my vessel true;

Again my faith her soundings trics,

And to my soul's sure Pilot cries, "A blessed Hope."

Now as the blissful shore draws near,

With transport I behold the place,

Where dwells my friend, my Savior dear,

And long with joy to see his face.

Once more my faith now tries her ground,

And thus re-echoes back the sound,

"Christ is my rock."

Again for joy she claps her 4 When to her birth my bark

wings,

And her celestial sonnet sings,
Glory to God!

59. Soundings.

1 To Heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales,

My bark by grace doth safely steer, And going under gospel sails,

draws nigh,

And I have done with sails

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bey, And have laid up their treasure a - bove;

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peace, Of a soul in its earliest love.

60. How happy are they.

1 How happy are they,

Who the Savior obey,

And have laid up their treasure above!

Tongue cannot express

The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love!

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My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,

And the moon it was under my
feet.

7 O the rapturous height
Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving
blood!

Of my Savior possest,

I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fulness of
God.

8 Ah! where am I now!
When was it, or how,
That I fell from my heaven of
grace?

I am brought into thrall;
I am stript of my all;

I am banished from Jesus's
face!

9 Hardly yet do I knew,
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside;
When the tempter came in,
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with
pride.

10 But I felt it too soon,

That my Savior was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;

My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turned into
night.

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MORAVIAN HYMN. C. M. D.

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Or to defend his cause; Jesus, my God,

The glo-ry

of his cross,

Nor let my hope be lost,

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