HYMN CIV. For me to die is Gain. Phil. 1.21

Farewell to my pain, and farewell to my Chain, Farewell to my Loss, and welcome my Gain; Chorus. My Sins and my Sorrows, farewell evermore; My Soul and all in me, Jehovah adore. The Earthquakes may quake, and the Mountains may break; Yet never a jot of my Confidence shake. My Sins, &c.

Old Ocean may Rage, and fierce Tempests engage; Yet none of them all shall my Courage asswage. My Sins, &c.

The Deeps may rush up, and the Heavens may down stoop; Yet none of their Boastings demolish my Hope. My Sins, &c.

The Trumpet shall sound, Earth and Hell shall rebound; Then my Dust shall all gladly spring forth from the Ground. My Sins, &c.

The King shall descend, & the Skies he shall rend; Then I'll issue forth boldly to welcome my Friend.

The Lights of the Sky, in Darkness shall ly; But Darkness from me shall far away fly. My Sins, &c.

The World it shall die, and expire with a sigh; But I, as an Eage, shall tower to the Sky. My &c.

All Love to my God, this Love who bestow'd; The Kingdom, Power, Glory, to him all are ow'd.

How amazing it is! What an Extasy this! I'm swallow'd, I'm lost in an Ocean of Bliss! Chorus. My Sins and my Sorrows, farewell evermore, My Soul and all in me, Jehovah adore.