I JERUSALEM, the golden!
With milk and honey blest :
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, O, I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare !
2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng.
There is the throne of glory;
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.
3 And they who, strong and faithful, Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.
O land that sees no sorrow!
O state that fears no strife!
O royal land of flowers!
O realm and home of life!
I THE day of resurrection,
Earth, tell it out abroad:
The Passover of gladness,
The Passover of God.
From death to life eternal,
From this world to the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us over,
With hymns of victory.
2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light;
And, listening to his accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own "All hail ! and, hearing,
May raise the victor-strain.
3 Now let the heavens be joyful,
Let earth her song begin ;、
Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein;
Invisible and visible,
Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, Our Joy that hath no end.
name and sign who bear, O shame, thrice shame up - on us, To keep him stand-ing there!
1 O JESUS, thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door,
In lowly patience waiting
To pass the threshold o'er!
Shame on us, Christian brothers,
His name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us,
To keep him standing there!
2 O Jesus, thou art knocking!
And, lo, that hand is scarred,
And thorns thy brow encircle,
And tears thy face have marred !
O love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait!
O sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate!
3 O Jesus, thou art pleading
In accents meek and low,
"I died for you, beloved,
And will ye treat me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door!
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore !
I IN heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear;
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
2 Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh;
His sight is never dim ;
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.
3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
The path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.
I THOU true Life of all that live!
Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway;
Who dost the morn and evening give,
And thro' its changes guide the day, -
2 Thy light upon our evening pour :
So may our souls no sunset see,
But death to us an open door
To an eternal morning be.
3 Thee in the hymns of morn we praise,
To thee our voice at eve we raise ;
O, grant us, with thy saints on high,
Thee through all time to glorify!
Dear Lord, behold thy servants here From various parts together meet, To tell their labors through the year, And lay the harvest at thy feet.
I DEAR Lord, behold thy servants here
From various parts together meet,
To tell their labors through the year,
And lay the harvest at thy feet.
2 The reapers cry, "Thy fields are white,
All ready to be gathered in,
And harvests wave in changing light,
Far as the eye can trace the scene."
3 Lord, bless us while we here remain;
With holy love our bosoms fill ;
O, may thy doctrine drop like rain,
And like the silent dew distil!
4 While we attend thy churches' care,
O, grant us wisdom from above;
With prudent thought and humble prayer,
May we fulfil the works of love!
I FATHER, adored in worlds above,
Thy glorious name be hallowed still!
Thy kingdom come, in truth and love,
And earth, like heaven, obey thy will!
2 Lord, make our daily wants thy care,
Forgive the sins which we forsake;
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I O THOU, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand,
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.
2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious prove
That stands between us and thy love.
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In thy compassion let us share, As fellow-men of ours partake. 3 Evils beset us every hour,
Thy kind protection we implore; Thine is the kingdom, thine the power, The glory thine for evermore !
3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.
4 And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.
I WHILE thus thy throne of grace we seek,
O God, within our spirits speak!
For we will hear thy voice to-day,
Nor turn our hardened hearts away.
2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,
Till all our best affections move;
We long to hear no meaner call,
But feel that thou art all in all.
3 To conscience speak thy quickening word,
Till all its sense of sin is stirred;
For we would leave no stain of guile
To cloud the radiance of thy smile.
4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,
Till every fear and doubt depart;
For we can find no home or rest,
Till with thy Spirit's whispers blest.
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