2 Thy walls, sweet city, thine,
With pearls are garnished;
Thy gates with praises shine,
Thy streets with gold are spread;
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

3 No sun by day shines there,
Nor moon by silent night;
O no! these needless are;
The Lamb's the city's light.
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

4 There dwells my Lord, my King,

Judged here unfit to live;

There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

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
I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold.
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

7 The bleeding martyrs, they
Within those courts are found,
Clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crown
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

8 Ah me! ah me! that I

In Kedar's tents here stay:
No place like this on high;
Thither, Lord, guide my way.
O happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?

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
Shall shed abroad its ray,
Resolving all enigmas—

An endless Sabbath-day.
Then, then from his oppressors
The Hebrew shall go free,
And celebrate in triumph
The year of jubilee.

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;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution !
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest!

2 There grief is turned to pleasure,
Such pleasure, as below
No human voice can utter,

No human heart can know.
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 Sion 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.

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

88

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!
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
With jaspers glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;

The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays.

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

And the corner-stone is Christ.
The cross is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise:
His laud and benediction

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!
Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower:
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
5 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,

5 All praise to Thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

6 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;

Disperse my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

7 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

8 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

3 New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray:
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.

4 If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.

5 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

6 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above!
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

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!
Dayspring from on high, be near!
Daystar, in my heart appear!

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till Thy mercy's beams I see-