2. Fair land!-could mortal eyes 3. No cloud those regions know,- 4. O may the prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith, and strong desire, Bear every thought above. 5. Prepared, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high, Lord, bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky. 145. At home in heaven. 1. Forever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2. Forever with the Lord! 3. So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain. 4. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, Forever with the Lord! Solemn thoughts on the future. 1. And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown?2. A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! 3. Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or wo Must then my portion be: 4. Waked by the trumpet's sound, 147. How shall I leave my tomb? 1. How shall I leave my tombWith triumph or regret? A fearful or a joyful doom, A curse or blessing, meet? 2. Will angel bands convey Their brother to the bar? Or devils drag my soul away, To meet its sentence there? 3. Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, Or number'd with the blest? 4. I must from God be driven, |