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HYMN 57. (L. M.) The Pleasures of a good Conscience.

I

Lord, how secure and bless'd are they
Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin?
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.

II

The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love?
And soft and silent as the shades
Their nightly minutes gently move.

III

Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so fast away;
Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

IV

How oft they look to th'heavenly hills
Where groves of living pleasure grow!
And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturb'd upon their brow.

V

They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day and share the night
In numbering o'er the richer joys
That heaven prepares for their delight.

VI

While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below:
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we'll aspire to glory too.