With jasper grow thy bulwarks,

Thy streets with emerald blaze; The sardius and topaz

Unite in thee their rays.

Thine ageless walls are bounded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up its fabric,
And the corner-stone is Christ.

Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!

Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!

Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest, Who art with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.

"Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." HEB. xiii. 14.

CITY of my God,

I love to think of thee!

Safe in thy blest abode,
My spirit fain would be.

No clouds are there, no shades
To check the sunbeam's play,
Whose steady light pervades
The bright, eternal day.

There no rude tempests rise,
Nor storms their fury pour;
No lightnings rend the skies,
Nor fearful thunders roar :
But all the air is peace,
In every bosom love;
And endless the increase
Of bliss enjoyed above.

THOU who art glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders! we bless Thee for that voice from heaven, "Ho, every one that thirst

which says,

eth, come ye to the waters!"

Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.

Oh may we listen to this voice of love, and, with penitent hearts, turn unto Thee and live; looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith.

We bless thy name, O Thou Most High! for the gift of the Holy Ghost, to convince us of sin, to renew and sanctify our hearts, and to guide us into all truth. Oh may the fruits of the Spirit-love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith-fill and animate our bosoms continually, and lead us to glorify Thee, in every good word and work.

May the same mind be in us which was also in Christ Jesus.

Beholding, as in a glass, the glory of God, may we be changed into the same image, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

So may an entrance be ministered to us abundantly, into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.

Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory, for ever and ever. Amen.

"There shall be no night there." - REV. xxii. 5.

"There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."- REV. xxi. 4.

THERE is no night in heaven:

In that blest world above,

Work can never bring weariness,
For work itself is love.

There is no night in heaven :
Yet nightly round the bed
Of every Christian wanderer
Faith hears an angel tread.

There is no grief in heaven,
For life is one glad day;

And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.
There is no grief in heaven:
Yet angels from on high,

On golden pinions earthward glide
The Christian's tears to dry.

There is no sin in heaven:
Behold that blessed throng;
All holy in their spotless robe,
All holy is their song.

There is no sin in heaven:
Here who from sin is free?
Yet angels aid us in our strife
For Christ's true liberty.

There is no death in heaven:
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.
There is no death in heaven;
But when the Christian dies,
The angels wait his parted soul,
And waft it to the skies.

"Unto Thee lift I up mine eyes, O Thou that dwellest in the heavens."-Ps. cxxiii. 1.

WHAT

eye,

wondrous visions fill the mental As we survey the happy realms above!

And see in thought the stores laid up on high, In the blest mansions of eternal love!