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20 the transporting, rapturous scene,

Tbat rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green,

And rivers of delight.
3 There generous fruits that never fail,

On trees immortal grow; There rock, and hill, and brook, and vale,

With milk and boney flow.
4 O'er all those wide-extended plains

Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,

And scatters pight away. 5 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and fear'd no more. 8 When shall I reach that happy place,

And be forever blest!
When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest!
7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul

Would here no longer stay: Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away.



S. M.
The pilgrim's home.
THILE through this world we roam,

From infancy to age,
Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.
% Thitber his soul ascends,

Eternal joys to share;
There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in pruyer

3 His freed affections rise,

To fix on things above,
Where all bis 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. 8 Henceforth our converse be

With Christ before the throne; Ere long we eye to eye shall see,

And know as we are known.


C. M. The saints in glory. CIVE me the wings of faith to rise The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourners here below,

And pour'd out cries and tents; They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came :

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death. 4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod;

His zeal inspired their breast; And, foll'wing their incamate 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.


7th P. M. 8 lines 7. Partnership of the saints in light.

He our loving Saviour is;
Bs big death to life restored,

Misery we exchange for bliss ;-
Bliss to carval minds unknown;

O'tis more than tongue can tell ;
Only to believers shown,-

Glorious and unspeakable.
2 Christ, our Brother and our Friend,

Shows us his eternal love :
Never shall our triumphs end,

Till we take our geats above.
Let us walk with him in white;

For our bridal day prepare;
For our partnership in light,-

For our glorious meeting there.

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935 11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76.

The better portion.
ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;
Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rd henven, thy native place :
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and baste away

To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;

Bith speed them to their source :
So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;

Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return

Triumphant in the skies :
There we'll join the heavenly train,

Welcomed to partake the bliss ;
Fly from sorrow, care, and pain,

To realms of endless peace.

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7th P. M. 8 lines 11. Saints and angels round the throne,

IFT your eyes of faith, and see What a countless company

Stand before yon dazzling throne! Each before his Saviour stands,

All in whitest robes Array'di Palms they carry in their hands,

Crowns of glory on their head.

2 Saints, begin the endless song;

Cry alond, in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong;

God the glorious Saviour praise : All salvation from him came,

Him who reigns enthroned on high: Glory to the bleeding Lamb,

Let the morning stars reply.

8 Angel powers the throne surround;

Next the saints in glory they :: Lull'd with the transporting sound,

They their silent homage pay: Prostrate on their face, before

God and his Messinh fall; Then in hymns of praise adore,

Shout the Lan:b that died for all.

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36th P. M. 88 & 6s.

The land of rest.
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
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 toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heaven.
3 There faith lifts np 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 henven.

15th P. M, 119, 11 %.
Rapturo'ls anticipation.
COME, let us ascend

My companion and friend,
To a taste of the banquet above :

If thy heart be as mine,

If for Jesus it pine.
Come up into the chariot of love.

2 Who in Jesus confide,

We are bold to outride
The storms of afliction bepenth;

With the prophet we soar

To the heavenly shore,
And outfly all the arrows of death.

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