How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions knowRealms ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
Till wings of faith and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.

572.

C. M. WESLEY'S COLL.

The Heavenly Rest.

1 LORD, we believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;

A rest, where pure enjoyment reigns,
Where thou art loved alone.

2 Eternal Spirit, make us know
That we shall enter in ;

Blest Saviour, now thy power bestow,
And wash us from each sin.

3 Oh take this hardness from the heart,
This unbelief remove;

To us the rest of faith impart,
The Sabbath of thy love.

4 Come, our Redeemer, come away,
Into our souls descend;

No longer from thy creatures stay,
Our Author and our end.

573.

8s & 7s. UNION COLL.

1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given: There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast'Tis found alone-in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise-and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn-of heaven.

574.

C. M. WATTS.

The Hope of Heaven our Support in Trials.
1 WHEN we can read our title clear
To mansions in the skies,
We bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe our weeping eyes.

2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May we but safely reach our home,
Our God, our heaven, our all-

3 There shall we bathe our weary souls
In seas of heavenly rest;
While not a wave of trouble rolls
Across the peaceful breast.

575.

C. M. ANONYMOUS.

1 JERUSALEM, our happy home,

O how we long for thee!

When will our sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall we see?

hy walls are all of precious stone,

Most glorious to behold;

hy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

Thy garden and thy pleasant green,
Our study long have been!

Such sparkling light by human sight,
Has never yet been seen.

4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should we stay from thence?
What folly 'tis that we should dread
To die and go from hence.

5 Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace, And cause us to ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end.

6 Millions of years around may run,
Our song shall still increase,
To praise the Father and the Son,
Who brought us home to bliss.

7 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.

576.

C. M. WATTS.

The Heavenly Canaan.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading 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 fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, 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.

577.

C. M. STENNETT.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks we stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where our possessions lie.

2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene,
That rises to our sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God in light for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow-pain and death-
Are felt and feared no more.

5 When shall we reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?

When shall we see our Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

578.

C. M. WATTS.

Martyrs glorified.

1 "THESE glorious minds!-how bright they Whence all their white array?

How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"

2 From torturing pains to endless joys

On fiery wheels they rode,

[shine!

And strangely washed their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.

Now they approach th' eternal God,

And bow before his throne;

Their warbling harps, and sacred songs

Adore the Holy One.

The unvailed glories of his face

Among his saints reside,

While the rich treasure of his grace

Sees all their wants supplied.

5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast:

The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.

6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

579.

VARIOUS OCCASIONS.

L. M. BP. KENN.

Morning.

1 AWAKE, our souls, and with the sun
Our daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay our morning sacrifice.

2 Our precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day, our last esteem;
Improve our talents with due care;
For the great day ourselves prepare.
3 m conversation be sincere;

Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear
Think how the all-seeing God, our ways
And all our secret thoughts surveys.

4 Lord, we our vows to thee renew;
Scatter our sins like morning dew;
Guard our first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself our spirits fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All we design, or do, or say;

That all our powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

580.

L. M. WATTS.

1 GOD of the morning, at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies;

2 Oh, like the sun may we fulfil

The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will

March on, and keep our heavenly way.
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