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3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

And Jordan rolled between.
4 0 could we make our doubts remore,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes.
5 Could we but climb where Moses stooa,

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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S. M.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.
1 How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord !
Each morning shall thy mercies show,

Each night thy truth record.
? Thy goodness, like the sun,

Dawned on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun

To form our lips to praise.
3 But we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away

To realms of light and bliss.
4 Nor shall that radiant day,

So joyfully begun,
in evening shadows die away

Beneath the setting sun.
6 How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord !
Eternity thy love shall show,
And all thy truth record.


C. M. 51. W.B TATA

Heaven Anticipated.
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wanderers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast;

'T is found alone in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sins and sorrows driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoad,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear— 't is heaven.
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,

The heart no longer riven, -
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given ;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.



The Society of Heaven.
1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home!

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end

In joy, and peace and thee ?
When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold ?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold.

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom

Nor sin nor sorrow know :
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.
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.
3 A postles, martyrs, prophets, there,

Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.


S. M.

1 Far from these scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 No cloud those regions know,

Forever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.
3 There night is never known,

Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne

Spreads everlasting day.
4 O may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love!
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.


L. M.

The World,to Come.
1 There is a world we have not seen,

That wasting time can ne'er destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,

Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy. 2 That world to come! and O how blest'.

Fairer than prophets ever told;
And never did an angel-guest

One half its blessedness unfold.
3 It is all holy and serene,

The land of glory and repose ;
And there, to dim the radiant scene,

No tear of sorrow ever flows.
4 It is not fanned by summer gale ;

"T is not refreshed by vernal showers
It never needs the moon-beam pale,

For there are known no evening hours. 5 There forms unseen by mortal eye,

Too glorious for our sight to bear,
Are walking with their God on high,

And waiting our arrival there.


C. M.

Heavenly Zion.
1 Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore,

A pure and countless band,
Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er,

In glorious order stand.
2 From earth's remotest bounds they came,

From tribulations great,
And, through the victories of the Lamb,
Have reached the heavenly state.

3 Hunger and thirst they know no more,

From burning heats refreshed;
The Lamb shall feed them from his store

And give them endless rest.
4 God all their tears shall wipe away,

And they his wonders tell,
While in his temple they shall stay

And God with them shall dwell.

7s. M.

The Saints in Glory.
1 High, in yonder realms of light,

Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,

Happy in Immanuel's love.
2 Happy spirits, ye are fled

Where no grief can entrance find,
Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of the mind.
3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,

'Mid the angelic lyres above Hark! their songs melodious rise,

Songs of praise to Jesus' love.

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S. M. .

Heavenly Rest.
1 And is there, Lord, a rest,

For weary souls designed, •
Where not a care shall stir she breast

Or sorrow entrance find ?
2 Is there a blissful home,

Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat ?

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