482    L.M.     Gospel Mag., 1796
The Believer’s Treasure. Col. 1. 5, 6; Matt. 6. 20, 21

1 In heaven my choicest treasure lies,
  My hopes are placed above the skies;
  ’Tis Christ, the bright and Morning Star,
  Draws my affections from afar.

2 O that my anxious mind were free
  From this vile tenement of clay,
  That I might view the immortal Word,
  And live and reign with Christ my Lord.

3 Then should I see, and feel, and know,
  What ’tis to rest from sin and woe;
  And all my soul be tuned to sing
  The praises due to Christ my King.

4 [Hail, blessed time! Lord, bid me come,
  And enter my celestial home,
  And drown the sorrows of my breast,
  In seas of unmolested rest.]