4 O, for the hour of seeing
My Saviour face to face,
The hope of ever being

In that sweet meeting-place!
5 Jesu, thou King of glory,
I soon shall dwell with thee;
I soon shall sing the story
Of thy great love to me.

6 Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter
E'en now before thy throne,
That all my love may centre
In thee, and thee alone.

229 They confessed they were strangers and pilgrims [L.M. on the earth.-Heb. xi. 13.

1 As when the weary traveller gains
The height of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if 'cross the plains
He eyes his home, though distant still;
2 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The thought of home his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor any future trial fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

4 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell
With Jesus in the realms of day:
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he shall wipe my tears away.
5 Jesus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode ;
Assured our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road."

230

That great city, the holy Jerusalem.
Rev. xxi. 10.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,

When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?

[C.M.

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls, And pearly gates behold,

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
Ör feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand,
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

6 Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see."

231

There shall be no night there.-Rev. xxii. 5. [C.M.

1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise:

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its joys explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more.

3 There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

4 No clouds those blissful regions know
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

5 O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our heart with ardent love,

Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.

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232

They desire a better country, that is, an
heavenly.-Heb. xi. 16.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death like a narrow sea divides
That heavenly land and ours.

3 O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes ;--

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood
And view the landscape o'er,

[C.M.

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore."

233

In my Father's house are many mansions.
John xiv. 2.

1 THERE is a blessèd 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.

3 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."

[68.

234 He that overcometh shall inherit all things. [118. 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 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.

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2

I go to prepare a place for you.- John xiv. 2. [S.M.
I HAVE a home above,

From sin and sorrow free,

A mansion which eternal love
Design'd and form'd for me.
My Father's gracious hand
Has built this sweet abode ;
From everlasting it was plann'd;
My dwelling-place with God.