Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

Amen.

342 "Jerusalem which is above is free.

1 JERUSALEM on high
My song and city is,
My home whene'er I die,
The centre of my bliss.
O happy place,

When shall I be

My God with Thee,
To see Thy face?

2 There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.
O happy place, &c.

3 The Patriarchs of old

There from their travels cease;
The prophets there behold

Their longed-for Prince of Peace.
O happy place, &c.

4 The Lamb's Apostles there,
I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear,
Harping on harps of gold.
O happy place, &c.

5 The bleeding Martyrs, they
Within those courts are found,
Clothed in pure array,

Their scars with glory crowned.
O happy place, &c.

6 Ah me, ah me! that I

In Kedar's tents here stay:
No place like that on high;
Lord, thither guide my way.
O happy place, &c.

343 "The city of the living God, the Heavenly Jerusalem."

PART I.

1 BRIEF life is here our portion;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

2 O happy retribution!

Short toil, eternal rest:
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest.

3 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown;

4 And now we watch and struggle,

And now we live in hope,

And Zion in her anguish
With Babylon must cope.

5 But He Whom now we trust in

Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

6 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day:

7 There God, our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,

Shall we behold for ever,

And worship face to face. Amen.

PART II.

1 FOR thee, O dear, dear Country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy name, they weep.

2 O one, O only mansion!
O Paradise of Joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy.

3 The Lamb is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.

4 With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays.

Ꭱ

5 Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric,

And the corner-stone is Christ.

6 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!

7 Upon the Rock of ages

They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

8 Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.

PART III.

1 JERUSALEM the golden!
With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.

2 I know not, oh! I know not, What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare.

3 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song,

And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr-throng.

4 The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessèd

Are decked in glorious sheen.

5 There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.

6 And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

7 O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect;
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!

8 Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.

The Church Triumphant:
Saints' Days.

344 "Be ye followers of them who through faith and patience inherit the promises."

1 FOR all Thy saints, O Lord,

Who strove in Thee to live,

Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.