HOPE OF HEAVEN. 164, 165. 50 could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 164. 165. Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Hope of Heaven. 7's & 6's M. Amsterdam. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Towards heaven, thy native place. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; To rest in his embrace. The Young in Heaven. Dundee. C. M. 1 WHAT Souls are those that venture near, The throne of God to see? Ten thousand happy ones, who here 2 Their sins the Saviour washed away, 3 Now, under many a grassy mound 4 O may we travel, as they trod, The path that leads to heaven, 5 Blest Saviour! hear our humble cry, 166. Heaven. C. M. Clarendon. 1 There is a glorious world of light Where saints departed, clothed in white, 2 And hark! amid the sacred songs Ten thousand, thousand infant tongues 3 These are the hymns that we shall know, This is the place where we shall go, 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home! When shall my labors have an end, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes, 4 Why should I shrink at pain and wo, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 6 Jerusalem! my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. Death of the Righteous. 168. Effingham. L. M. Mrs Barbauld. 1 How blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm, which life nor death destroys; 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 169. Hebron. The Heavenly Sabbath. L. M. Doddridge. 1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above: 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, 3 No gloomy cares shall there annoy, THE EVERLASTING SABBATH. 170, 171. No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 4 When shall that glorious day begin, 170. Nichols. Song of the Redeemed. C. M. Montgomery. 1 Sing we the song of those, who stand Of every kindred, clime and land, 2 Toil, trial, suffering still await, 3 Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain, And everlasting love. 4 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, Who died our souls to save; 171. Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting? The Everlasting Sabbath. Edyfield. 1 SOON will set the Sabbath sun, 7's M. |