And we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 O if my Lord would come and meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, IV or feel the terrors as she past!
4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
HYMN 00. P. M.
1 The Spirit of God like afire is burning rhe latter day glory begins to come forth; T fc 1S '° ns , and bless . j »Ss of old are returning; w .if a S I 3 are comin S to visit the earth. We 11 sing & we'll shout with the armies of heaven- Hosanna, hosanna to Goci and the Lamb' L,et glory to them in the highest be given ' Henceforth and forever: amen and amen!
2 The Lord is extending the saints' understanding— Keeloring their judges and all as at first; B 1 he knowledge and power of God are expanding The yai i o'er the earth is beginning to burst. ' We'll sing and we'll shout &c7
3 We call in our solemn assemblies, in spirit, lo spread forth the kingdom of heaven abroad,
