2 Thy walls, sweet city, thine, 3 No sun by day shines there, 4 There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing, 5 The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of Peace. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? HEAVEN. 163. 6 The Lamb's apostles there 7 The bleeding martyrs, they 8 Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay: Tune-Pearsall, 254. 7,6,7,6 double. "We, according to His promise, look for new heavens and a new earth." 1 THE world is very evil, THE The times are waxing late; Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate, 2 Then glory yet unheard of An endless Sabbath-day. 3 Then, nothing can be feeble, There none can ever mourn, There nothing is divided, There nothing can be torn. Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight. 4 0 sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country, That cager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. 164. Tune-St. Alphege, 244. 7,6,7,6 double. "For here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." RIEF life is here our portion; 1 BRI Brief sorrow, shortlived care; O happy retribution ! 2 There grief is turned to pleasure, No human heart can know. And passionless renown. 3 And now we watch and struggle, With Babylon must cope: Shall then be seen and known; 4 The morning shall awaken, 88 HEAVEN. 3 Tune-Jenner, 250. 7,6,7,6 double. "For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God." 1 FOR thee, O dear, dear country! Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep: The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy! The sardius and the topaz 3 Thine ageless walls are bonded And the corner-stone is Christ. Thy ransomed people raise. 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment, To pilgrims far away! They raise thy holy tower: 5 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept, 6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; 7 Direct, control, suggest, this day, That all my powers, with all their might, 8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 3 New mercies, each returning day, 4 If, on our daily course, our mind 5 The trivial round, the common task, 6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love, L.M. Righteousness arise." YHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, CHRI Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night! 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn |