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6o The Book of Praise.
Until, releas'd from carnal ties,
Our spirit upward springs, And sees true peace above the skies,
True joy in heavenly things.
There as we gaze, may we become
United, Lord, to Thee ; And in a fairer, happier home,
Thy perfect beauty see.
William Hiley Bathtirst. 1831.
Saviour, I lift my trembling eyes
To that bright seat, where, placed on high, The great, the atoning Sacrifice,
For me, for all, is ever nigh.
Be Thou my guard on peril's brink ;
Be Thou my guide through weal or woe; And teach me of Thy cup to drink,
And make me in Thy path to go.
For what is earthly change or loss ?
Thy promises are still my own : The feeblest frame may bear Thy cross,
The lowliest spirit share Thy Throne.
Anon, UM. G. T." 1831.