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How would our spirits long to rise,
3 No cloud those blissful regions knowRealms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
C. M. WESLEY'S COLL.
The Heavenly Rest.
1 LORD, we believe a rest remains
A rest, where pure enjoyment reigns,
2 Eternal Spirit, make us know
Blest Saviour, now thy power bestow,
3 Oh take this hardness from the heart,
To us the rest of faith impart,
4 Come, our Redeemer, come away,
No longer from thy creatures stay,
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,
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
C. M. WATTS.
The Hope of Heaven our Support in Trials.
2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
May we but safely reach our home,
3 There shall we bathe our weary souls
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 garden and thy pleasant green,
Such sparkling light by human sight,
4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
5 Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace, And cause us to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
6 Millions of years around may run,
7 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
C. M. WATTS.
The Heavenly Canaan.
1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
And see the Canaan that we love
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
C. M. STENNETT.
1 ON Jordan's stormy banks we stand,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
2 Oh! joyful and transporting scene,
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
There God in light for ever reigns,
4 No chilling winds-no poisonous breath,
Sickness and sorrow-pain and death-
5 When shall we reach that happy place,
When shall we see our Father's face,
C. M. WATTS.
1 "THESE glorious minds!-how bright they Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely washed their raiment white
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
L. M. BP. KENN.
1 AWAKE, our souls, and with the sun
2 Our precious time misspent, redeem;
Keep conscience, as the noontide, clear
4 Lord, we our vows to thee renew;
5 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
That all our powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.
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;
March on, and keep our heavenly way.