103 And the foundation of the walls were garnished with all manner of precious

stones.

JER

ERUSALEM the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.

I know not, O, I know not,
What joys await us there!
What radiancy of glory!

What bliss beyond compare!

With jaspers glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze,
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays.

Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
Thy saints build up the fabric,
The Corner-stone is Christ.

They stand, those walls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,

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

Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,

And thine the golden dower.

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

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

Are clad in robes of white.

Yea, God our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
We then shall see for ever,
And worship face to face.

Jesu, in mercy bring us

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

104 A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest. 7's.

JESU, my

ESU, lover of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the waters nearer roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ! art all I want;
All in all in Thee I find;

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name,

I am all unrighteousness;

Vile and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee:
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

105 Unto you which believe He is precious.

ESU! the very thought is sweet!

JE

L.M.

In that dear Name all heart-joys meet; But sweeter than the honey far

The glimpses of His presence are.

No word is sung more sweet than this,
No Name is heard more full of bliss,
No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,
Than Jesus, Son of God Most High.

Jesu, the hope of souls forlorn,
How good to them for sin that mourn!
To them that seek Thee, O how kind!
But what art Thou to them that find?

No tongue of mortal can express,
No pen can write the blessedness:
He only, who hath proved it, knows
What bliss from love of Jesus flows!

O Jesu, King of wondrous might!
O Victor, glorious from the fight!
Sweetness that may not be expressed,
And altogether loveliest!

Abide with us, O Lord, to-day,
Fulfil us with Thy grace, we pray;
And with Thine own true sweetness feed
Our souls, from sin and darkness freed.

106

JES

He is altogether lovely.

ESU, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,

And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor tongue can frame,
Nor can the memory find

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
Thou Saviour of mankind!

O hope of every contrite heart!
O joy of all the meek!

To those who fall how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek!

But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show:

The love of Jesus-what it is
None but His loved ones know.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou,

As Thou our crown wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our portion now,
And through eternity.

C.M.