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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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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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.
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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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