HYMN C. Heaven in the Soul on Earth

'Tis Heav'n on Earth, Christ's Love to taste And feel his powerful Grace; 'Tis Heav'n above, to dwell in Love, And see his glorious Face. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah, Amen. (By leaving Hallelujah out, it is common Mare.)

Lord, in my Breast the Fire doth burn, Of Love, which thou hast giv'n; Nothing on Earth can quench this Flame, Nothing but Christ in Heav'n.

Men here would know, the Things below; But I determin'd am Christ crucify'd alone to know, My sacrificed Lamb.

The sweetest Days I have on Earth, Are in thy Service spent; The Comforts I enjoy in these Do yield me most content.

Communion Sabbaths here are Sweet, But them we soon do spend: In Heav'n the Sabbath sweeter is, Which never hath an end.

There Hallelujahs to the Lamb No period will know; No Willows there to hang our Harps, As oft we find below.

O happy these who shall ascend Where they still Sabbath keep, Where in the heav'nly Work of Praise They slumber not, nor sleep.