O come, come away!

O come where God will smile on thee,
And in our hearts will rapture be,
And time pass happily,

O come, come away!

3 While tuned to God's love, the angel harps are ringing,

And sound his praise through endless days,
O come, come away!

In answering songs of sympathy,
We'll sing in tuneful harmony,
From earth's temptation free,
O come, come away.

4 The bright day is gone, the moon and stars appearing,

With silver light illume the night,

O come, come away!

Come join your prayers with ours, address
Kind heaven, here our hearts to bless

With peace, hope, happiness,

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O come, come away!

7, 6, 7, 6, 8, 8, 6, 6.

HE pearl that wordlings covet
Is not the pearl for me,

Its beauty fades as quickly

As sunshine on the sea;

But there's a pearl sought by the wise, "Tis called the pearl of greatest price. Though few its value see,

O that's the pearl for me!

2 The crown that decks the monarch Is not the crown for me;

It dazzles but a moment,

Its brightness soon will flee.
But there's a crown prepared above
For all who walk in humble love,
For ever bright 'twill be,

O that's the crown for me!

8 The road that many travel
Is not the road for me;
It leads to death and sorrow,
In it I would not be.

But there's a road that leads to God,
'Tis marked by Christ's most precious blood.
The passage here is free,

O that's the road for me!

4 The hope that sinners cherish
Is not the hope for me;
Most surely will they perish,
Unless from sin made free.

But there's a hope which trusts the Lord,
And leads the soul to keep his word,

And sinful passions flee.

O that's the hope for me!

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ERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labors have an end,

In joy and peace with thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates beholdThy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

30 when thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know;

Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Savior stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee!

Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

A city above in the skies;

SEEK a place which is out of sight,

There, there is a home, all pure and bright,
And homeward my spirit still hies.

I'm bound for home, for my blissful home,
The house and city above;

And all who forsake their sins may come,
And dwell in that city of love.

2 It is a place where they heave no sigh,
Where sorrow can never be known,

But where I shall drink from the founts of joy. That gush ever bright from the throne.

I'm bound for home, &c.

8 It is a place where they never die,
Where beauty and youth never fade,
Where never is heard the mournful cry,
"My friend, my beloved, is dead."
I'm bound for home, &c.

4 It is a place where they sin no more,
Where Satan, my foe, can not lure;
And O, when I reach that blessed shore,
My soul is for ever secure.

I'm bound for home, &c.

5 It is a place where the Savior reigns-
That Jesus who was nailed to the tree-
He purchased that place with blood and pains,
And went to prepare it for me.

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I'm bound for home, &c.

C. M.

HERE 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.

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

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

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.

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P. M.

HOME in heaven! what a joyful thought! As the poor man toils in his weary lot; His heart oppressed, and with anguish riven, From his home below to a home in heaven.

2 A home in heaven! as the suff'rer lies
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes
To that bright home, what a joy is given,
With the blessed thought of a home in heaven.

3 A home in heaven! When our pleasures fade,

And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid, And our strength decays, and our health is riven,

We are happy still with our home in heaven. 4 A home in heaven! When the sinner mourns, And, with contrite heart, to the Savior turns, O then what bliss, in that heart forgiven, Does the hope inspire of a home in heaven!

5 A home in heaven! When our friends are fled

To the cheerless grave of the moldering dead,
We wait in hope of the promise given,
We will meet again in our home in heaven.

MY God, the Spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.

2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,
My dawning is begun :