1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls,
And pearly gates behold,
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 Oh! when, thou city of my God!
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end?
4 There happier bowers, than Eden's, bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
5[Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.]
6 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
1 O HOLY Saviour! Friend unseen!
Since on thine arm Thou bidd'st us lean,
Help us throughout life's changing scene,
By faith to cling to Thee.
2 Though far from home, fatigued, opprest,
Here we have found our place of rest,
As exiles still, yet not unblest,
While we can cling to Thee.
3 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would we cling to Thee.
4[Oft when we seem to tread alone
Some dreary waste with thorns o'ergrown,
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone,
Whispers:-Still cling to Me.]
5 Though faith and hope are often tried,
We ask not, need not, aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee.
6 They fear not life's rough storms to brave,
Since Thou art near, and strong to save;
Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave,
Because they cling to Thee.
Josh. xxiv, 15. Acts xi, 24; xv, 9.
1 THE prayer that flows from hearts sincere
Is pleasing to the Lord above;
While empty words offend his ear,
And his almighty vengeance move.
2 To walk as children of the day,
To mark the Scriptures' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch, and pray,
Is worship pleasing in his sight.
3 Not words alone it cost the Lord
To purchase pardon for his own;
Nor will a soul, by grace restored,
Return the Saviour words alone.
4 Shall any win the Christian race,
And God's unclouded glory see,
Who talk of free and sovereign grace,
Unless that grace has made them free?
5 To us, then, gracious Lord! impart
A living faith, that works by love,
A faith, that purifies the heart,
And makes us meet for joys above.
Preparing the way of the Lord.
Isa. xl, 3-5. Mal. iv, 5, 6.
1 HARK! in the wilderness a cry!
It shakes the mountains, rends the earth,
The King appears, behold Him nigh,
The God by nature, Man by birth!
2 Run to and fro, ye heralds, run;
Proclaim aloud:-Prepare the way!
Redemption's work is now begun,
And who his potent arm shall stay?
Make straight the paths before his feet,
And every obstacle remove;
Drop down, ye hills, your cumbrous weight,
And bow before redeeming love.
4 Then shall the lowly valley rise,
Its budding honours spring to view;
Swift the creating fiat flies,
And all is blissful, all is new!
5 Know'st thou the meaning, nature's child?
Know'st thou the import of the cry?
Thy heart's the desert waste and wild;
But Christ the kind Reclaimer's nigh.
Heralding the Saviour.
Isa. xliii, 6. Matt. iii, 1-3.
1 WITH sacred joy our souls survey
The glories of the latter day;
Its dawn already seems begun,
Sure earnest of the rising sun.
2 The men of God assembled stand,
A chosen, consecrated band;
The standard of the cross display,
And cry aloud:-Behold the way.
3 Behold the way to Zion's hill,
Where Israel's God delights to dwell;
He fixes there his lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place his own.
4[Behold the way-the heralds cry;
With strength they raise their voices high,
And, faithful to their Master's will,
Their sacred embassy fulfil.]
5 The north gives up, the south no more
Keeps back her long-neglected store;
From east to west the message runs,
And either India yields her sons.
6 Auspicious dawn! thy glorious ray
With joy we view, and hail the day:
O Lord! arise supremely bright,
And fill the world with purest light.
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