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The land of rest.
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HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
2 There is a home for weary souls
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
15th P. M. 11 9, 11 9.
COME, let us ascend,
My companion and friend,
To a taste of the banquet above:
If for Jesus it pine,
Come up into the chariot of love.
2 Who in Jesus confide,
The storms of affliction beneath;
To the heavenly shore,
And outfly all the arrows of death.
3 By faith we are come To our permanent home;
By hope we the rapture improve:
And look down on the skies,
4 Who on earth can conceive
In the palace of God the great King:
When our Jesus's grace
The whole heavenly company sing!
5 What a rapturous song,
6 Hallelujah, they cry,
10th P. M. 8 lines 8s.
The heavenly Jerusalem.
AWAY with our sorrow and fear,
We soon shall recover our home;
From earth we shall quickly remove,
2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life-giving Word, We see the new city descend,
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord :
The city so holy and clean,
No sorrow can breathe in the air:
3 By faith we already behold
She stands as she ever hath stood,
10th P. M. 8 lines 8s.
Continued.-There shall be no night there.
need of the sun in that day Which never is follow'd by night, Where Jesus's beauties display
A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their Light and their Sun, And, lo! by reflection they shine; With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine.
2 The saints in his presence receive
Is kindled at Jesus's face;
4th P. M. 886, 886.
The pilgrim's happy lot.
HWwappy from every anxious thought, is the pilgrim's lot;
From worldly hope and fear!
2 This happiness in part is mine,
3 There is my house and portion fair;
4 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;
The goodly city in prospect.
JERUSALEM! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end,
20 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbath has no end?
3 Why should I shrink at pain and
4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
5 Jerusalem! my happy home!
At home in heaven.
FOREVER with the Lord!
Amen, so let it be !
Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.
2 Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
3 Forever with the Lord
4 So, when my latest breath
5 Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, Forever with the Lord!