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3 Fulfilling there his high commands,

Our cheerful feet shall move ;
No sins shall clog our active zeal,

Or cool our burning love.
4 We there shall ever sing and tell

The wonders of his grace,
While heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every



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Home in Heaven.

1 MY Father's house on high!

Home of my soul ! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear !
2 I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven

Seraphic music pour.
3 0, then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love, -
The bright inheritance of saints,

My glorious home above. 583.

C. M.

BARBAULD. The Pilgrimage of Life. 1 OUR country is Immanuel's ground;

We seek that promised soil :
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,

While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,

And oft are bathed in tears;
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,

And naught but sin our fears.
3 We tread the path our Master trod :

We bear the cross he bore ;
And every thorn that wounds our feet,

His temples pierced before.
4 Our powers are oft dissolved away

In ecstasies of love;
And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fixed above.

5 We purge our mortal dross away,

Refining as we run;
But while we die to earth and sense,

Our heaven is here begun. 584. L. M. 6 L. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

Foretaste of Heaven.
1 WHAT must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love

O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
No heart can think, no tongue explain,

What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light

And all his works of grace explore !
What heights and depths of love divine

Will there through endless ages shine ! 3 This is the heaven I long to know;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,

I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,

And, with the elders, cast them down. 585.

C. M.

T. MOORE. Heaven desired. 1 THE dove let loose in eastern skies,

Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies,

Where idle warblers roam;
2 But high she shoots through air and light,

Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadow dims her way.
3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare

Of sinful passion free,
Aloft, through faith's serener air,

To urge my course to thee; 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs,
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings.

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Close of the Christian Warfare.
1 WHEN we pass through yonder river,

When we reach the farther shore,
There 's an end of war for ever ;

We shall see our foes no more :
All our conflicts then shall cease,

Followed by eternal peace.
2 After warfare, rest is pleasant :

O, how sweet the prospect is !
Though we toil and strive at present,

Let us not repine at this :
Toil, and pain, and conflict past,

All endear repose at last.
3 When we gain the heavenly regions,

When we touch the heavenly shore,
Blessed thought ! no hostile legions

Can alarm or trouble more :
Far beyond the reach of foes,

We shall dwell in sweet repose.
4 O, that hope! how bright, how glorious!

'T is his people's blest reward ;
In the Saviour's strength victorious,

They at length behold their Lord :
In his kingdom they shall rest,
In his love be fully blest.

L. M.

Watts. The Christian's Prospect. 1 WHAT sinners value I resign;

Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life 's a dream, an empty show;

But that bright world to which Í go
Hath joys substantial and sincere :

When shall I wake, and find me there? 3 O, glorious hour! 0, blest abode !

I shall be near and like my God,
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my


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4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound,
Then burst the chains, with glad surprise

And in my Saviour's image rise. 588.


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!
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

Ảnd streets of shining gold.
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 woe?

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 glorious home!

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

When I thy joys shall see.


L. M.

1 0, WHEN the hours of life are past,

And death's dark shade arrives at last,-
It is not sleep, - it is not rest,

'T is glory opening to the blest.
2 Their way to heaven was pure from sin,

And Christ shall there receive them in ;
There each shall wear a robe of light
Like his, divinely fair and bright.

3 There parted hearts again shall meet

In union holy, calm, and sweet ;
There grief find rest, and never more

Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
4 There angels will unite their prayers

With spirits bright and blest as theirs,
And light shall glance on every crown,

From suns that never more go down. 5 For there the God of mercy sheds

His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.

C. M.

WATTS. A Prospect of Heaven. 1 THERE 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-withering flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

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

And Jordan rolled between.
4 Byt timorous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 0, 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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