2 At Jesus's call, we gave up our all;
And still we forego,

For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
But onward we move,

And still we are seeking a country above:— 3 A country of joy without any alloy; We thither repair;

Our hearts and our treasure already are there. We march hand in hand to Immanuel's land; No matter what cheer

We meet with on earth, for eternity's here! 4 The rougher the way, the shorter our stay; The tempests that rise

Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies: The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; The troubles that come

Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.

954

The joyful meeting.

S. M.

AVIOUR of sinful men,

Thy goodness we proclaim,
Which brings us here to meet again,
And triumph in thy Name:
Thy mighty Name hath been

Our safeguard and our tower,-
Hath saved us from the world and sin,
And all the' accuser's power.

2 Awhile in flesh disjoin'd,
Our friends that went before
We soon in Paradise shall find,
And meet to part no more;
In yon thrice happy seat,
Waiting for us they are;

And thou shalt there a husband meet,
And I a parent there!

955

S. M.

Continued.-God shall wipe away all tears. WHAT a mighty change

0

Shall Jesus' suff'rers know,

While o'er the happy plains they range,
Incapable of wo!
No ill-requited love

Shall there our spirits wound:
No base ingratitude above,-
No sin in heaven is found.

2 There all our griefs are spent:
There all our sorrows end:
We cannot there the fall lament
Of a departed friend;

A brother dead to God,
By sin, alas! undone :
No father there, in passion loud,
Cries,-0, my son! my son!

3 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy:
In that eternal day

No clouds or tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
Forever from our eyes.

956

C. M.

Communion with saints in heaven.

COME,

1OME, let us join our friends above,
That have obtain❜d the prize;

And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise.

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;

For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

3 One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death.

4 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;

Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.

5 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die.

6 His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.

957

Continued.-Full felicity.

C. M.

UR old companions in distress
We haste again to see,

And eager long for our release,
And full felicity.

2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands With those that went before;

And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

3 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound.

4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide:
And, when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven.

958

C. M.

A

The prospect joyous.

ND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,-
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes

Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise:

I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.

4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,

But let me find them all again

In that eternal day.

959

LAYING A CORNER-STONE.

The sure Foundation.

BEHOLD

C. M.

EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
We now adore thy Name;
We trust our whole salvation here,
Nor can we suffer shame.

3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.

4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise;

'Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.

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12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

The living Name.

HOU, who hast in Zion laid

THOU

The true Foundation-stone,

And with those a cov'nant made

Who build on that alone:

Hear us, Architect divine!

Great Builder of thy church below!

Now upon thy servants shine,

Who seek thy praise to show.
2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills
Thy mighty hand sustains;
Heaven thy awful presence fills;
O'er all thy glory reigns: