2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
O1 feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.
7 Jerusalem! my happy home'
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
HYMN 443. 8s. Goshen. [*]
Earnest Desire of Heaven.
LONG to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above,-
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love :
p 1 languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed his abode :
O when shall we meet in the air
And fly to the mountain of God.
-2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word,)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord;
But when on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove.
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.
HYMN 444. C. M. Dundee. [*]
W My trembling soul shall stand,
HEN bending o'er the brink of life
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command;
p 2 When every long-loved scene of life
Stands ready to depart;
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart;
3 0 thou great source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!
4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head;
s And with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed!
p 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
May I resign my breath!
And in thy fond embraces lose
"The bitterness of death."
Greenville. [b or *]
WHEN the vale of death appears,
(Faint and cold this mortal clay,)
Kind forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way.
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
8 2 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell for ever,
Dwell on each immortal wire.
3 From the sparkling turrets there, Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night and cloud by day,
While my triumphs
At my Leader's feet I lay.
4 And when mighty trumpets blown,
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,
With the ransomed,
Judge and Saviour, own my name!
HYMN 446. L. M. Dresden. [b]
The Living and the Dead.
WHERE are the dead? In heaven or hell
Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Their buried forms in bonds of clay,
Reserved until the judgment-day.
-2 Who were the dead? The sons of time,
In every age, and state, and clime;
Renowned, dishonoured, or forgot,
The place that knew them knows them not.
3 Where are the living? On the ground,
Where prayer is heard, and mercy found;
Where in the period of a span,
The mortal makes th' immortal man.
4 Who are the living? They whose breath
Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of bliss or wo the eternal heirs ;
O what an awful choice is theirs'
5 Then, timely warned, may we begin,
To follow Christ, and flee from sin,
Daily grow up in him our Head,
Lord of the living and the dead.
MONTGOMERY
Lanesboro'. [b or *]
The Dead who die in the Lord.
p 1 IN vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint,
When he resigns his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks
"He's gone,'
We scarce can say,
Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.
-3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her heavenward flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that world of light.
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
They are supremely blest;
Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
And with their Saviour rest.
5 On harps of gold his name they praise,
His presence always view ;-
And if we here their footsteps trace,
There we shall praise him too.
HYMN 448. 7s. Sabbath. [b or *]
The dying Christian to his Soul.
a 1 ITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying;
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!
e 2 Hark, they whisper-angels say,
o "Sister spirit, come away!"
p What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul-can this be death?
a 3 The world recedes !-it disappears!
o Heaven opens on my eyes!—my ears
u With sounds seraphic ring!
8 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
HYMN 449. 8 & 7.
The departing Saint.
APPY soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Shows the glory of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love
3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest.
4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory-
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
HYMN 450. L. M. Munich. [b]
The Death of the Righteous.
OW blest the righteous when they die,
When holy souls retire to rest!
How mildly beams the closing eye!
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!
2 So fades a summer cloud away :
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er :
So gently shuts the eye of day:
So dies a wave along the shore.
3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
s How bright th' unchanging morn appears!
p Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! BARBAULD.
HYMN 451. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]
Happy Death of a Christian.
p 1 Dwe would not weep for thee;
EAR as thou wert, and justly dear,
One thought shall check the starting tear,-
It is that thou art free.
2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain;
Oh! who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again!
3 Gently the passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine :
Oh may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine.
HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville.
Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Sur
THINK, O ye who fondly languish
O'er the grave of those you love:
While your bosoms swell with anguish
They are warbling hymns above
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