3 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly's this, that I should dread
To die and go from hence?

4 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.

5 My friends, I bid you all adieu-
I leave you in God's care;

And if I never more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.

When we've been there ten thousand

years,

Bright shining as the sun,

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The Heavenly Jerusalem.
1 Jerusalem! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

3 There happier bowers than Eden' bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know;

Blest seats, thro' rude and stormy scene. I onward press to you.

4 Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee;

Than when we first begun.

When I thy joys shall see.

MONTGOMERY.

2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from thee I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,
A day's march nearer home.

3 Forever with the Lord!

Saviour, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfil.

4 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

5 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word,
And oft repeat before the throne-
FOREVER WITH THE LORD.
MONTGOMERY.

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1 O for the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord!
O be like their's my last repose,
Like their's my last reward.

2 Their bodies in the ground,
In silent hope may lie,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound
Shall call them to the sky.

3 Their ransomed spirits soar

On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above. With us their names shall live Through long succeeding years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give Our praises and our tears.

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go,

every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,
More than conquerers they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb amid the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And forever from their eyes

God shall wipe away the tears.

MONTGOMERY.

1 Watchman, tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.
Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height.
See that glory beaming star!"
Watchman, does its beauteous ray
Aught of hope or joy foretell?
Traveller, yes; it brings the day,
Promised day of Israel.

2 Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come. BOWRING.