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30 when, thou City of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
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.
Around my Saviour stand ;
Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end
When I thy joys shall see. Arion. (ascribed to J. Montgomery), Eckington Coll.
(based on “ F. B. P." in MSS. of 16th or 17th Cent.). 795
O. M. 81. O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem !
When shall I come to thee?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O sweet and pleasant soil !
No grief, no care, no toil.
Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun;
For God Himself gives light.
Thy joys when shall I see?
In His felicity ?
3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant
As nowhere else are seen. [flowers
The living waters flow,
The trees of life do grow.
And evermore do spring :
And evermore do sing.
Would God I were in thee !
D. Dickson. (Founded on “F. B. P." MSS. 16th or 17th Cent.) 796
8,6,8,8,6. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand'rers giv'n;
'T is found above, in heav'n.
By sin and sorrow driven ;
And all is drear but heaven.
3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And all serene in heaven.
4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given ;
W. B. Tappan. 797
C. M. THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain. 2 Bright fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
To cross this narrow sea ;
And fear to launch away. ,
Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes : 5 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
1. Watts. 798
7,6,7,6,8,6,8,6. In exile here we wander,
In heaven is our abode,-
The city of our God.
And here we toil, and strive, and fight,
With sin and woe opprest ;
Eternal joy and rest.
By many sorrows torn,
Our many falls we mourn.
Of our eternal home ;
When we have overcome. 3 Jesus, our joy and gladness,
To Thee for aid we fee ;
Our souls from guilt set free :-
In bodies like to Thine,
Shall in Thy glory shine.
Who here as exiles groan,
Before His glorious throne ;
From strife and sorrow free,
88,7s. 61. Light's abode, celestial Salem,
Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy,
Mansion of the highest King ; Oh, how glorious are the praises
Which of thee the prophets sing !
2 There forever and forever
Alleluia is outpoured ;
Is the feast-day of the Lord ;
That within thy walls is stored. 3 There no cloud nor passing vapor
Dims the brightness of the air ; Endless noon-day, glorious noon-day,
From the Sun of suns is there ; There no night brings rest from labor,
For unknown are toil and care. 4 Oh, how glorious and resplendent,
Fragile body, shalt thou be,
Full of health, and strong, and free,
That shall last eternally! 5 Now with gladness, now with courage,
Bear the burden on thee laid,
May with endless gifts be paid,
Anon. (Latin, 15th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale.
10s. Oh, what the joy and the glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessed ones
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;
God shall be all, and in all ever blest. 2 What are the Monarch, His court, and His
throne ? What are the peace and the joy that they