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4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
Across my peaceful breast.
Love to Christ.
In a believer's ear!
And drives away his fear.
And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.
My shield and hiding-place;
With boundless stores of grace !
4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King ;
Accept the praise I bring.
5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
I'll praise thee as I ought.
6 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath ;
Refresh my soul in death.
7 s and 6 s.
Aspiring after Heaven. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Towards heaven thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away,
To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Both speed them to their source:
Pants to view his glorious face,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ;
Press onward to the prize;
Triumphant in the skies.
Happy entrance will be given;
The New Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
In joy and peace and thee ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold ?
3 0! when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
And Sabbaths have no end ?
4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
I onward press to you.
5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel at death, dismay ?
And realms of endless day.
6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
Will join the glorious band.
7 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
1 0! For an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,