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2 The church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know:

They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

3 Thee in thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We in the kingdom of thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The holy to the holiest leads,
And thence our spirits rise;
For he that in thy statutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the skies.


The heavenly Canaan.

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-with'ring flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

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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.


The promised land.

ON Jordan's a wishful eye

Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

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

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2 O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That 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 honey flow.

4 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night 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.

6 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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The pilgrim's home.

W From infancy to age,

HILE through this world we roam,

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.


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The saints in glory.

G Within of fee

IVE 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 tears;
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 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.


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Partnership of the saints in light.

JESUS is our common Lord;
He our loving Saviour is;
By his death to life restored,
Misery we exchange for bliss ;-
Bliss to carnal 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 seats 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.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rd heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both 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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Saints and angels round the throne.

IFT your eyes of faith, and see
Saints and angels join'd in one:
What a countless company

Stand before yon dazzling throne!
Each before his Saviour stands,
All in whitest robes array'd;
Palms they carry in their hands,
Crowns of glory on their head.

2 Saints, begin the endless song;
Cry aloud, 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.

3 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 Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore,-

Shout the Lamb that died for all.

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