Hark, I hear the angels call-ing, "Come and welcome, rich and poor."

A. EWING, 1853.

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1. Je-ru-sa-lem the gold-en, With milk and hon-ey blest! Be-neath thy 2. They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with 3. There is the throne of Da-vid; And there, from care released, The song of

contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed; I know not, oh, I know not many an angel, And all the martyr throng; The Prince is ev-er in them, them that triumph, The shout of them that feast; And they, who with their Leader,

What social joys are there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare. The daylight is serene; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. Have conquered in the fight, For ev-er and for ev-er Are clad in robes of white. BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145, J. M. NEALE, tr., 1751.

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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 Oh, sweet and blessed Country,
The home of God's elect!
Oh, sweet and blessed Country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest.

BERNARD OF CLUNY, 1145. J. M. NEALE, tr., 1751.

164 SAFE WITHIN THE VAIL.

J. M. EVANS.

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Land ahead!" its fruits are waving O'er the hills of fade-less green, 2. Onward, bark! the cape I'm rounding; See, the blessed wave their hands, 3. There, let go the anchor, rid-ing On this calm and sil-v'ry bay; 4. Now we're safe from all temptation, All the storms of life are past;

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And the living wa-ters lav-ing Shores where heav'nly forms are seen.
Hear the harps of God re-sound-ing From the bright immor-tal bands.
Sea-ward fast the tide is glid -ing, Shores in sun-light stretch a-way.
Praise the Rock of our Sal-va- tion, We are safe at home at last.

O-ver there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there.

Over there,

Oh, think of the friends over there. My Saviour is now over there. over there, I'll soon be at home over there. REV. D. W. C. HUNTINGTON.

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