HYMN 126.
What sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I shall behold Thy glorious face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which we go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour; O blest abode!
I shall be near and with my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The joys eternal of the soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst its chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
HYMN 127.
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder love and praise.
Oh, how shall words with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare
That glows within my fervent heart!
But Thou can'st read it there.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
