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The Christian's Prospect

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #97 (1760) First Line: Happy the soul, whose wishes climb Lyrics: I. Happy the soul, whose wishes climb To mansions in the skies! He looks on all the joys of time, With undesiring eyes. II. In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms, And throws her silken chain; And wealth and fame invite his arms, And tempt his ear in vain. III. He knows that all these glitt'ring things Must yield to sure decay; And sees on time's extended wings How swift they fleet away. IV. Nor low to earth in sorrow bends, When pains and cares invade; With chearful wing his faith ascends Above the gloomy shade. V. To things unseen by mortal eyes, A beam of sacred light Directs his view, his prospects rise, All permanent and bright. VI. His hopes are fix'd on joys to come; Those blissful scenes on high, Shall flourish in immortal bloom, When time and nature die. VII. O were these heav'nly prospects mine, These pleasures could I prove, Earth's fleeting views I would resign, And raise my hopes above. Languages: English

Life a Journey

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #99 (1760) First Line: Life is a journey, heav'n my home Lyrics: I. Life is a journey, heav'n my home, And shall I negligently stray? In paths of danger heedless roam, Forget my guide, forget my way? II. Think, O my soul, each flying hour Thy folly chides, thy speed alarms; And shall an insect, or a flow'r Amuse thee with their painted charms? III. Such are the objects earth displays, To tempt my stay, and gain my heart! And shall I fondly, vainly gaze? Ye shining trifles, hence depart. IV. O think what glorious scenes above, In bright unbounded prospect rise! Nor let one vagrant passion rove, Nor leave a wish below the skies. V. But ah! how weak my best desires, My warmest ardours soon decay; My fainting soul, 'till grace inspires, Can ne'er pursue the heav'nly way. VI. On thee I lean, all-gracious God, O breathe new life thro' all my pow'rs, Teach me to keep thy sacred road, And well improve my remnant hours. Languages: English

True Happiness to be found only in God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #100 (1760) First Line: When fancy spreads her boldest wings Lyrics: I. When fancy spreads her boldest wings, And wanders unconfin'd, Amid th'unbounded scene of things Which entertain the mind: II. in vain I trace creation o'er, In search of sacred rest; The whole creation is too poor, Too mean, to make me blest. III. In vain would this low world employ, Each flatt'ring specious wile; There's nought can yield a real joy, But my Creator's smile. IV. Let earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind; In God alone, this restless heart An equal bliss can find. V. Great spring of all felicity, To whom my wishes tend, Do not these wishes rise from thee, And in thy favour end? VI. Thy favour, Lord, is all I want, Here would my spirit rest; O seal the rich, the boundless grant, And make me fully blest. Languages: English

Lasting Happiness

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #102 (1760) First Line: In vain my roving thoughts would find Lyrics: I. In vain my roving thoughts would find A portion worthy of the mind; On earth my soul can never rest, For earth can never make me blest. II. Can lasting happiness be found Where seasons roll their hasty round, And days and hours, with rapid flight, Sweep cares and pleasures out of sight? III. Arise my thoughts, my heart arise, Leave this low world, and seek the skies; There joys forever, ever last, When seasons, days and hours are past. IV. Come Lord, thy pow'rful grace impart, Thy grace can raise my wand'ring heart To pleasures perfect and sublime, Unmeasur'd by the wings of time. V. Let those bright worlds of endless joy, My thoughts, my hopes, my cares employ, No more, ye restless passions, roam, God is my bliss, and heav'n my home. Languages: English

Bidding Adieu to Earthly Pleasures

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #103 (1760) First Line: Ye gay deceivers of the mind Lyrics: I. Ye gay deceivers of the mind, Ye dreams of happiness, adieu; No more your soft enchantments bind, This heart was never made for you. II. The brightest joy your smile can boast, Is but a moment's glitt'ring light; It sparkles now, and now 'tis lost, Extinguish'd in the shades of night. III. Begone, with all your soothing charms; Pleasure on earth!—O empty name! Superior joy my bosom warms, And heav'n approves the sacred flame. IV. To perfect bliss my soul aspires, That shines with never-fading ray; No less can satiate my desires, Than full delight, and endless day. V. Blest be the kind, the gracious pow'r, That gently call'd and bade me rise; And taught my nobler thoughts to soar To happiness beyond the skies. Languages: English

Longing for Immortality

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #104 (1760) First Line: Sad pris'ners in a house of clay Lyrics: I. Sad pris'ners in a house of clay, With sins, and griefs, and pains opprest, We groan the ling'ring hours away, And wish, and long to be releast. II. Nor is it liberty alone, Which prompts our restless ardent sighs; For immortality we groan, For robes and mansions in the skies. III. Eternal mansions! bright array! O blest exchange! transporting thought! Free from th'approaches of decay, Or the least shadow of a spot! IV. There shall mortality no more Its wide extended empire boast, Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r, In life's unbounded ocean lost. V. Bright world of bliss! O could I see One shining glimpse, one chearful ray. (Fair dawn of immortality!) Break thro' these tott'ring walls of clay. VI. Jesus, in thy dear name I trust, My light, my life, my Saviour God; When this frail house dissolves in dust, O raise me to thy bright abode. Languages: English

At the Funeral of a Young Person

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #106 (1760) First Line: When blooming youth is snatch'd away Lyrics: I. When blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand. II. While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, imprest With aweful Pow'r—I too must die— Sink deep in ev'ry breast. III. Let this vain world engage no more; Behold the gaping Tomb! It bids us seize the present hour, Tomorrow, death may come. IV. The voice of this alarming scene, May ev'ry heart obey, Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray. V. O let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. VI. Great God, thy sov'reign grace impart, With cleansing, healing pow'r; This only can prepare the heart, For death's surprising hour. Languages: English

Sin the Sting of Death

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #107 (1760) First Line: Death! 'tis a name with terror fraught Lyrics: I. Death! 'tis a name with terror fraught; It rends the guilty heart, When conscience wakes remorseful thought, With agonizing smart. II. 'Tis guilt alone provokes that frown Which all the soul alarms; Gives terror to the monarch's crown, And conquest to his arms! III. Dear Saviour, thy victorious love Can all his force controul, Can bid the pangs of guilt remove, And chear the trembling soul. IV. Victorious love! thy wond'rous pow'r From sin and death can raise; Can gild the dark departing hour, And tune its groans to praise. V. Then shall the joyful spirit soar To life beyond the skies, Where gloomy death can frown no more, And guilt and terror dies. VI. No more, O pale destroyer, boast Thy universal sway; To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lost, Thy night, the gates of day. Languages: English

The Presence of Christ the Joy of His People

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #109 (1760) First Line: The wondring nations have beheld Lyrics: I. The wondring nations have beheld The sacred prophecy fulfill'd, And angels hail'd the glorious morn That saw the great Messiah born: II. The prince! the Savior! long desir'd, Whom prophets taught, by heav'n inspir'd, And shew'd far off the blissful day; Rise o'er the world with healing ray. III. Oft in the temples of his grace His saints behold his smiling face, And oft have seen his glory shine, With pow'r and majesty divine: IV. But soon alas! his absence mourn, And pray and wish his kind return; Without his life-inspiring light, 'Tis all a scene of gloomy night.' V. Come, dearest Lord, thy children cry, Our graces droop, our comforts die; Return, and let thy glories rise, Again to our admiring eyes: VI. 'Till fill'd with light, and joy, and love, Thy courts below, like those above, Triumphant hallelujahs raise, And heav'n and earth resound thy praise. Languages: English

Absence from God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #110 (1760) First Line: O thou, whose tender mercy hears Lyrics: I. O Thou, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye: II. See! low before thy throne of grace A wretched wand'rer mourn; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? Hast thou not said, Return? III. And shall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from Thy feet? O let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat. IV. Absent from thee, my guide, my light, Without one cheering ray, Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night, How desolate my way! V. O shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine. VI. Thy presence only can bestow Delights which never cloy; Be this my solace, here below, And my eternal joy! Languages: English