2 Thou, who hast our place prepared,
Make us meet for our reward;
Then with all thy saints descend;
Then our earthly trials end.

3 Mindful of thy chosen race, Shorten these vindictive days; Who for full redemption groan, Hear us now, and save thine own.

4 Now destroy the man of sin;
Now thine ancient flock bring in!
Filled with righteousness divine,
Claim a ransomed world for thine.

5 Plant thy heavenly kingdom here, Glorious in thy saints appear; Speak the sacred number sealed; Speak the mystery revealed.

6 Take to thee thy royal power;
Reign, when sin shall be no more,
Reign, when death no more shall be ;
Reign to all eternity.

Hymn 941. Jeshurun. 7.6.7.6.7.7.7.6.

DR. GAUNTLETT.

2 When they once are entered there,
Their mourning days are o'er;
Pain, and sin, and want, and care,
And sighing are no more;
Subject then to no decay,
Heavenly bodies they put on,
Swifter than the lightning's ray,
And brighter than the sun.

3 But their greatest happiness,
Their highest joy, shall be,
God their Saviour to possess,
To know, and love, and see:
With that beatific sight
Glorious ecstasy is given;
This is their supreme delight,
And makes a heaven of heaven.

4 Him beholding face to face,
To him they glory give,

Bless his name and sing his praise,
As long as God shall live.

While eternal ages roll,

Thus employed in heaven they are: Lord, receive my happy soul

With all thy servants there!

jesty!

HYMN 942.-Continued

2 The stranger homeward bends,
And sigheth for his rest:
Heaven is my home, my friends
Lodge there in Abraham's breast.
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with thee, To see thy face?

3 Earth's but a sorry tent

Pitched but a few frail days,
A short-leased tenement;

Heaven's still my song, my praise.
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with thee, To see thy face?

4 No tears from any eyes

Drop in that holy choir :
But death itself there dies,

And sighs themselves expire.
O happy place! When shall I be,
My God, with thee, To see thy face?

5 There should temptations cease, My frailties there should end, There should I rest in peace

In the arms of my best friend. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with thee, To see thy face?

2 That we should look, poor wanderers, To have our home on high!

That worms should seek for dwellings Beyond the starry sky!

And now we fight the battle,

But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown.

3 And now we watch and struggle,
And now we live in hope,
And Zion in her anguish

With Babylon must cope;
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.