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In my Father's house are many mansions. [6s.

John xiy. 2.
1 THERE is a blessed home

Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,

Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,

And patient hope is crown'd,
And everlasting light

Its glory throws around.
2 There is a land of peace,

Good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease

Within its portals swell ;
Around its glorious throne

Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One,

And Spirit, evermore.
8 O joy all joys beyond,

To see the Lamb who died,
And count each sacred wound

In hands, and feet, and side :
To give to him the praise

Of every triumph won,
And sing through endless days

The great things he hath done.
4 Look up, ye saints of God,

Nor fear to tread below
The path your Saviour trod

Of daily toil and woe;
Wait but a little while

In uncomplaining love,
His own most gracious smile

Shall welcome you above."

234 He that overcometh shall inherit all things. [11s.

Rev. xxi. 7. 1 THOSE eternal bowers man hath never trod,

Those unfading flowers round the throne of God : Who may hope to gain them after weary fight? Who at length attain them, clad in robes of

white ? 2 He who wakes from slumber at the Spirit's voice,

Daring here to number things unseen his choice: He who casts his burden down at Jesus'

cross, Christ's reproach his guerdon, all beside but loss. 3 He who gladly barters all on earthly ground; He who, like the martyrs, says “I will be

"I crown'd;" He whose one oblation is a life of love,

Knit in God's salvation to the blest above. 4 Shame upon you, legions of the heavenly King,

Citizens of regions past imagining !
What, with pipe and tabor dream away the

light, When he bids you labour, when he tells you,

“Fight” ? 5 Jesu, Lord of glory, as we breast the tide,

Whisper thou the story of the other side; Where the saints are casting crowns before thy

feet, Safe for everlasting, in thyself complete. Amen.


235 I go to prepare a place for you.- John xiv. 2.
1 I HAVE a home above,

From sin and sorrow free,
A mansion which eternal love

Design’d and form’d for me.
2 My Father's gracious hand

Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was plann'd;

My dwelling-place with God.

3 My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my

title sure:
He pass'd through death's dark raging

To make my rest secure.
4 The Comforter is come,

The earnest has been given;
He leads me onward to the homo

Reserved for me in heaven.
5 Bright angels guard my way,

His ministers of power,
And watching round me night and day,

Preserve in danger's hour.
6 Loved ones have gone before,

Whose pilgrim days are done ;
I soon shall greet them on that shore,

Where partings are unknown.
7 Thy love, most gracious Lord,

My joy and strength shall be,
Till thou shalt speak the gladdening word,

That bids me rise to thee.
8 And then through endless days

Where all thy glories shine;
In happier, holier strains I'll praise

The grace that made me thine."

236 We rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. [S.M.

Rom v. 1, 2.
1 THERE is no night in heaven;

In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,

For work itself is love.
2 There is no grief in heaven;

For life is one glad day;
And tears are of those former things

Which all have pass'd away.

3 There is no sin in heaven;

Behold that blessed throng-
All holy is their spotless robe,

All holy is their song.
4 There is no death in heaven;

For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.
5 Lord Jesu, be our Guide ;

O lead us safely on,
Till night and grief and sin and death

Are past, and heaven is won.


And so shall we ever be with the Lord. [D.S.M.

1 Thess. iv. 17.
1 For ever with the Lord :

Amen, so let it be.
Life from the dead is in that word,

'Tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moying tent

A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear !
Ah, then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above.
3 Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospect flies ;
Like Noah's dove I flit between

Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart

Expands the bow of peace.
4 I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven

Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.
That resurrection word,

That shout of victory.

more, For ever with the Lord ;

Amen, so let it be. 238 Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him ; [P.M.

that glory may dwell in our land.-Ps. lxxxv. 9.
1 The sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks,
The summer morn I've sigh'd for,

The fair sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,

But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuel's land.
2 There the red Rose of Sharon,

Unfolds its heartsome bloom,
And fills the air of heaven

With ravishing perfume.
O to behold it blossom,

While by its fragrance fann'd,
Where glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuei's land.
3 0, Christ he is the Fountain,

The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,

More deep I'll drink above :
There, to an ocean fulness,

His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth

In Emmanuel's land.

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