4 Those holy gates for ever bar

Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,

But foll’wers of the Lamb.

5 He keeps the Father's book of life;

There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive

To tread the heav'nly ground.

743. (513.) C. M.
1 YEgolden lamps of heav'n! farewell,

With all your feeble light,
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon

Pale empress of the night! 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd! My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid.
9 Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heav'nly courts,

Where I shall reign with God.
The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beains display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix

With that unvary'd day.
S No more the drops of piercing grief

Shall swell into mine eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline

Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall sharc
With infinite deligh

744. (515.) C. M.
? NOT to the terrors of the Lord,

The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word,

Which God on Sinai spoke: % But we are oome to Zion's hill,

The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,

And spread his love abroad. $ Behold th’ innumerable host

Of angels, cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just,

Whose faith is turn’d to sight! 4 Behold the blest assembly there,

Whose names are writ' in heav'n! And God, the Judge of all, declare

Their num'rous sing forgiv'n. 5 In such socicty as this

My weary soul would rest!
The man that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever bļest.

.(516.) C. M. 745.

Anticipation of Heaven. 1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart

Inspite each lifeless tongue;
And lei the joys of heav'n impart

Their influence to our song.
% Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,

And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the realms of

peace.
3 The soul, from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

4 There on a throne, how dazzling bright,

Th’exalted Saviour shines, And beams ineffable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.
5 There shall the foll’wers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs,
And endless honours to his naine

Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire;
'Till, in thy blissful courts above,
We join th' angelic choir.

L. M. 7.16.

Saints' employ in Heaven.

Rev. vii. 9-17. 1 EXALTED high at God's right hand,

Nearer the throne than cherubs stand; With glory crown'd, in white array,

My wond'ring soul says, “Who are they?" 2 These are the saints, belov'd of God

Wash'd are their robes in Jesus blood;
More spotless than the purest white,

They shine in uncreated light.
9 Brighter than angels, lo, they shine,

Their glories great, and all divine;
Tell me their origin, and say
Their order what, and whence came they!
Thro' tribulatioą great they came,
They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame
Within the living temple blest,

In God they dwell, and on him rest. $ Unknown to mortal ears they sing

The sacred glories of their king;
Tell me the

subject of their lays,
And whence their loud'exalted praise?

FROM

6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme;

They sing the wonders of his name;
To him ascribing pow'r and grace,

Dominion and eternal praise.
747. Heaven alone can satisfy the soul.

(520.) L. M. 1

this world's joys and senseless mirth, O come, my soul! in haste retire; Assume the grandeur of thy birth,

And to thy native heav'n aspire, 2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee blest,

Can ev'ry wish and want supply; Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,

Åre all above the lofty sky. 3 Eternal mansions! bright array!

O blest exchange! transporting thought! Free from th' approaches of decay,

Or the least shadow of a spot. 4 There shall mortality no more

Its wide extended empire boast; Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r,

In life's unbounded ocean lost. 5 There dwells the sov'reign Lord of all,

The God that all the worlds adore; With whom is bliss that cannot pall, And joys that last for ever more.

P. M. 748.

Fleaven. John xiv. 2. 1 HIGH in yonder realms of light,

Dwell the raptur'd saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight,

Happy in Immanuel's love! 2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears,

Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torting pain, and

WO.

3 But these days of weeping o'er,

Past this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more,

Never-never weep again!

4 'Mid tne chorus of the skies,

'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark—their songs melodious rise,

Songs of praise to Jesus' love!

6 Happy Spirits! ye are fled,

Where no grief can entrance find,
Lullid to rest the ac:ing head,

Sooth'd the anguish of the mind! 6 Ev'ry tear is wip'd away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast Night is lost in endless day,

Sorrow-in eternal rest?

L. M. 749.

Longing for Glory.
1
I'M bound for New Jerusalem,
Thither my best beloved's

gone: The righteous branch of Jesse's stem, 'Tis he I've fix'd my heart upon, Fain would I climb above the skies, To see the beauties of his face; My faith would into vision rise,

And hope would cease in his embrace 3 I languish with extreme desire,

The object of my love to see;
() let me in love's flames expire,
That I may with my Jesus be.
This life's a pilgrimage of care;
When will the happy season come,
That I shall breathe celestial air,
And settle in my native home!