Be ye kind one to another. Let God Arisq. There is a calm and peaceful river, 1032 He who hath trod earth's waste before us, By one sole sign our elder Brother Has marked and bound his little flock; They, only they who love each other, Are built upon the living Rock. Lord, grant to us thy benediction, The love that fills and overflows; So may this desert of affliction Blossom in beauty like the rose. Where thorns have pierc'd with woe and trouble, H., 1882. And shines undim'd amid thy wrath. Arise, O God! and rule the nations; Bring in the reign of endless peace. H., 1880. Its laving streams make glad the city, Repose me near thy sacred shrine. Samuel Y. Harmer? The mystery of the seven stars. 9s & 8s. Rev. i. 20. 1035 That all the world their rays beholding, H., 1881. Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me; But when I am happy in Him, De- cem- ber's as pleasant as May. When Jesus no longer I see! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flow'rs, Have all lost their sweetness to me; The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay; But when I am happy in Him, December's as pleasant as May. His name yields the richest perfume, And makes all within me rejoice; My summer would last all the year. Content with beholding His face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind; While blest with a sense of His love, A palace a toy would appear; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, And why are my winters so long? The weight of affliction and pain. Tho' cheerless my days seem to flow, Tho' weary and wakeful my nights, What comfort it gives me to know 'Tis th' hand of a Father that smites. A tender physician thou art, Who woundest in order to heal, And answer thy gracious design; Then grant that my soul may find rest In comforts so healing as thine. Clement's Hymn. p. 356. Bath Collection. The New Jerusalem, 1038 Let him that is athirst come. Rev. xxii. 17. The thirsty are called to their Lord, And come in the spirit of prayer, Thy kingdom of glory to share; The Church in her militant state To see Him again in the air. In fullness of majesty come, And give me a mansion above, And take to my heavenly home. Rev. xxi. 2. 8s. Charles Wesley, 1762. 1040 The holy city, new Jerusalem. Away with our sorrow and fear, We soon shall recover our home; The city of saints shall appear, The city so holy and clean, 1038-1042 No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil is there! By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear: Immovably founded in grace, She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God. No need of the sun in that day, Which never is followed by night, Where Jesus' beauties display A pure and a permanent light. The saints in his presence receive Their great and eternal reward; In Jesus, in heaven they live; They reign in the smile of their Lord. Wesley, ab. 88. Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine, I long to reside where thou art. Where all, who their Shepherd obey, And screen'd from the heat of the day. Or rise to be hid in thy breast: The day of eternity come: From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode; The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God. Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorned as a bride for her Lord: 1042 Charles Wes ey, ab. 1762. This God is the God we adore, Our faithful, unchangeable friend, Whose love is as great as his power, 88. And neither knows measure nor end. 'Tis Jesus, the first and the last, Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home. We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come. Union Hymn. p. 357. 1043-1044 Homebound. 50" With the Kond. 8, 8, 11, 8, 8, 8, 11, 8. H., 1879. 1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; Oh Looking for and hasting unto. 2 Pet. iii. 12. 88. 1043 The bosom on which I recline; 3 Oh, then shall the vail be removed, And round me thy brightness be pour'd; I shall meet Him, whom absent I loved, I shall see, whom unseen I adored. And then, never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes Which darken this valley of tears Intrude on my blissful repose. William Cowper, ab. 1800. *In singing "Homebound," repeat words italicized. Our hearts are united in love,Where Jesus is gone we shall be, In yonder blest mansions above. Then why so unwilling to part, Since there we shall all meet again? Engraved on Immanuel's heart, At distance we cannot remain. With Jesus we ever shall reign, And all his bright glory shall see; And sing Hallelujah, Amen! Amen, even so let it be! 1046 Thomas Baldwin, ab. 1753-1825. Leaning on Jesus' bosom. John xiii. 23. 88. How sweet on Thy bosom to rest, That those who will trust in his name, Shall in the sharp conflict be spared, His mercy and love to proclaim. Contrast. p. 352. Clement's Hymn. p. 356. A messenger sent from the skies, An anchor when billows shall roll, A refuge when tempests arise. O Saviour, the promise fulfill; Its comfort impart to my mind; Then calmly I'll bow to thy will, To th' cup of affliction resigned. Ambrose Serle, 1742-1812. The church of the firstborn. Heb. xii. 23. 1047 But what must it be to be there! We speak of its pathways of gold, 8$. Its walls decked with jewels so rare, Its wonders and pleasures untold; But what must it be to be there! We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within; But what must it be to be there! We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The Church of the firstborn above; But what must it be to be there! Do thou, Lord, 'mid sorrow and woe, For glory our spirits prepare, And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is to be there. Elizabeth Mills, 1805-1829.. |