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HOPE OF HEAVEN. 164, 165.

5 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;

6 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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1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Towards heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;

Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:

So the soul that’s born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,

Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

165. The Young in Heaven. C. M. Dundee. 1 WHAT souls are those that venture near, The throne of God to see ? Ten thousand happy ones, who here

Were children such as we.

166. HEAVEN.

2 Their sins the Saviour washed away,
He made them white and clean;
They loved his word, they loved his day;
They loved him though unseen.

3 Now, under many a grassy mound
Their youthful bodies rest;
But safe their happy souls are found
Upon their Saviour's breast.

4 O may we travel, as they trod,
The path that leads to heaven,
And seek forgiveness from that God,
Who hath their sins forgiven.

5 Blest Saviour ! hear our humble cry,
And our young hearts renew ;
Then raise our ransomed souls on high,
That we may see thee too.

166. Heaven. C. M. Clarendon. 1 There is a glorious world of light Above the starry sky,

Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.

2 And hark' amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand, thousand infant tongues
Unite to sing his praise.

3 These are the hymns that we shall know,
If Jesus we obey;
This is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.

The New JERUsALEM. 167, 168.

167. The New Jerusalem. C. M.

Arlington.
1 JERUsALEM! my happy home !
Name ever dear to me !
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee 2

2. When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold 2
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold 2

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know :
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

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

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

6 Jerusalem my happy home!
My soul still ofor thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

168. Death of the Righteous. L. M. Effingham. Mrs Barbauld.

1 How blest the righteous when he dies When sinks a weary soul to rest,

169. THE HEAWenly SABBATH.

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;
And nought disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell,
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell.

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Free from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
“How blest the righteous when he dies”

169. The Heavenly Sabbath. L. M.
Hebron. Doddridge.
1 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love;
But there 's a nobler rest above:
To that our longing souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
That warble from immortal tongues.

3 No gloomy cares shall there annoy,
No conscious guilt disturb our joy;

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THE EveRLAstiNG saBBATH. 170, 171.

No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4. When shall that glorious day begin,
Beyond the reach of death and sin,
Whose sun shall never more decline,
But with unfading lustre shine?

170. Song of the Redeemed. C. M. Nichols. . Montgomery. 1 Sing we the song of those, who stand Around the eternal throne, Of every kindred, clime and land, A multitude unknown.

2 Toil, trial, suffering still await,
On earth the pilgrim throng;
Yet learn we in our low estate
The church triumphant's song.

3 Worthy the Lamb, who once was slain,
Cry the redeemed above,
Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love. a

4 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,
Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting 2
Thy victory, O Grave?

171. The Everlasting Sabbath. 7's M. Edyfield. 1 Soon will set the Sabbath sun, Soon the sacred day be gone; But a sweeter rest remains, Where the glorious Saviour reigns.

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