1034 Farewell to earth-heaven welcomed. 1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed,

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts Where I shall reign with God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display,

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,
Nor the meridian sun decline

Amid those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

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Philip Doddridge.

The New Jerusalem.

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears

To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven, where God resides, That holy, happy place,

The New Jerusalem comes down,

Adorned with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,' And the bright armies sing,

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Mortals, behold the sacred seat

Of your descending King!

4 "The God of glory down to men Removes his blest abode;

Men, the dear objects of his grace,

And he the loving God.

5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,

And death itself, shall die."

6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day!

Isaac Watts.

1036 In the desert-heaven before us.

1 FORTH to the land of promise bound, Our desert path we tread; God's fiery pillar for our guide,

His Captain at our head.

2 E'en now we faintly trace the hills,
And catch their distant blue;
And the bright city's gleaming spires
Rise dimly on our view.

3 Soon, when the desert shall be crossed,
The flood of death passed o'er,
Our pilgrim hosts shall safely land
On Canaan's peaceful shore.

4 There love shall have its perfect work, And prayer be lost in praise;

And all the servants of our God
Their endless anthems raise.

Henry Alford.

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JOHANN CH. HEINRICH RINK.

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1037 The heavenly Canaan.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living greer.;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay:

Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away.

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Samuel Stennett.

[8, 6. Tune, Tappan. Page 56.] The land of rest.

1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above, in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear; 'tis heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

William B. Tappan.

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The redeemed in heaven.

2 Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame;
But now from all their labors rest,
In God's eternal glory blest.

3 They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumph of his grace;
And day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.
4 O may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life!
Mary L. Duncan.

1041 They shall behold the land that is very far off-Isa. 33: 17.

1 THERE is a land mine eye hath seen In visions of enraptured thought, So bright, that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glories fraught. 2 A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,

With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise

To dissipate the gloom of night.
4 There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode;
The wanderer there a home may find
Within the paradise of God.

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Gurdon Robins.

Perfection in heaven.

1 WHAT sinners value I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine;

I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.

2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake, and find me there?

3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

1043 The heavenly Zion.

Isaac Waits.

1 ARM of the Lord, awake, awake! Thine own immortal strength put on! With terror clothed, hell's kingdom shake And cast thy foes with fury down.

2 By death and hell pursued in vain, To thee the ransomed seed shall come; Shouting, their heavenly Zion gain, And pass through death triumphant home.

3 The pain of life shall then be o'er, The anguish and distracting care; There sighing grief shall weep no more, And sin shall never enter there.

4 Where pure, essential joy is found,
The Lord's redeemed their heads shall
raise,

With everlasting gladness crowned,
And filled with love, and lost in praise.
Charles Wesley.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labors have an end,
In joy and peace in thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
Ánd streets of shining gold?

3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbath has no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

Unknown.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given;

While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

Isaac Watts.

1046 We shall see Him as he is.

1 THE heavenly treasure now we have In a vile house of clay;

But Christ will to the utmost save,

And keep us to that day.

2 Our souls are in his mighty hand,
And he shall keep them still;
And you and I shall surely stand
With him on Zion's hill.

3 Him eye to eye we there shall see,
Our face like his shall shine;
O what a glorious company,
When saints and angels join!

4 O what a joyful meeting there!
In robes of white arrayed,
Palms in our hands we all shall bear,
And crowns upon our head.

5 Then let us lawfully contend,
And fight our passage through;
Bear in our faithful minds the end,
And keep the prize in view.

Charles Wesley.

While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle,

Night shall end in day.

4 "Well I know thy trouble,

O my servant true; Thou art very weary,

I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee

Some day all mine own, And the end of sorrow

Shall be near my throne."

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Androw of Crete. Tr. Ly J. M. Ncale.

[S. M. Tune, Vigil. Page 391.] The pilgrim's home.

1 WHILE through this world we roam, From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home, His rest at every stage.

2 Thither his soul ascends, Eternal joys to share;

There his adoring spirit bends,
While here he kneels in prayer.

3 His freed affections rise,
To fix on things above,
Where all his hope of glory lies,
Where all is perfect love.

4 There we our treasure place;
There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

5 Henceforth our converse be

With Christ before the throne; Ere long we eye to eye shall see, And know as we are known. James Montgomery.

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[S. M. Tune. Vigil. Page 891.] No night in heaven.

1 THERE is no night in heaven;
In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.

2 There is no grief in heaven;
For life is one glad day,
And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.

3 There is no sin in heaven;
Behold that blessed throng,
All holy in their spotless robes,
All holy in their song.

4 There is no death in heaven;
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.

Frederick D. Huntington.