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3 My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my title sure:

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He pass'd through death's dark raging

flood

To make

my rest secure.

The Comforter is come,

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

Reserved for me in heaven.

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,

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Till thou shalt speak the gladdening word,
That bids me rise to thee.

And then through endless days
Where all thy glories shine;
In happier, holier strains I'll praise
The grace that made me thine."

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We rejoice in the hope of the glory of God.

Rom v. 1, 2.

THERE is no night in heaven;

In that blest world above

Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.

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.

[S.M.

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There is no sin in heaven;
Behold that blessed throng-
All holy is their spotless robe,
All holy is their song.

There is no death in heaven;
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.

Lord Jesu, be our Guide;
O lead us safely on,

Till night and grief and sin and death
Are past, and heaven is won.

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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 moving tent

A day's march nearer home.

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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.

Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect flies;

Like Noah's dove I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

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Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease,

While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart
Expands the bow of peace.

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.

Once 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 Emmanuel'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.

4 With mercy and with judgment
My web of time he wove;
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with his love:
I'll bless the Hand that guided,

I'll bless the Heart that plann'd,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.

5 I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
Fill'd with his likeness rise
To live and to adore him,
To see him with these eyes.
My kingly King in Zion
My presence doth command,
Where glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel's land.

6 The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom's face;
I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of grace;-
Not at the crown he giveth,
But on his pierced hand;—
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel's land.

239 Here have we no continuing city, but we seek [7s. 6s. one to come.-. -Heb. xiii. 14.

PART I.

1 BRIEF life is here our portion; brief sorrow, short-lived care;

The life that knows no ending, the tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution: short toil, eternal rest: For mortals and for sinners a mansion with the

bless'd.

2 And now we fight the battle, but then shall wear the crown

Of full and everlasting and passionless renown ;

But he, whom now we trust in, shall then be seen and known;

And they, that know and see him, shall have him for their own.

3 The morning shall awaken, the shadows shall decay,

And each true-hearted servant shall shine as doth the day:

There God, our King and Portion, in fulness of his grace,

Shall we behold for ever, and worship face to face.

PART II.

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 O one, O only mansion, O Paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banish'd, and smiles have no alloy;

The Lamb is all thy splendour, the Crucified thy praise;

His laud and benediction thy ransom❜d people raise.

3 With jasper glow tay bulwarks, thy streets with emeralds blaze;

The sardius and the topaz unite in thee their

rays;

Thine ageless walls are bonded with amethyst unpriced;

The saints build up its fabric, and the Cornerstone is Christ.

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