Songs for the Sanctuary

3 There no sigh of memory swelleth; There no tear of misery welleth ;

Hearts will bleed or break no more; Past is all the cold world's scorning,

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

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

Blest seats! thro' rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel, at death, dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

Gone the night and broke the morning 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,

Over all the golden shore!

Lo! what a glorious sight appears,

To our believing eyes!

WATTS.

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven where God re-
sides-

That holy, happy place,-
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,

And the bright armies sing,"Mortals! behold the sacred seat Of your descending King :

4 "The God of glory, down to men,
Removes his blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he their loving God:-

5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,

And death itself shall die!"

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 labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

1293 75. Rer. 11:12.
"COME up hither! come away;"
Thus the ransomed spirits sing;
Here is cloudless, endless day;
Here is everlasting spring.

2 Come up hither; come and dwell
With the living hosts above;
Come, and let your bosoms swell

NEVIN.

With their burning songs of love.

3 Come up hither; come and share
In the sacred joys that rise,
Like an ocean, everywhere

Through the myriads of the skies.

4 Come up hither; come and shine
In the robes of spotless white;
Palms, and harps, and crowns are thine;
Hither, hither wing your flight.

6 How long, dear Saviour! oh, how long 5 Come up hither; hither speed;

Shall this bright hour delay?

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time!

And bring the welcome day.

Rest is found in heaven alone;
Here is all the wealth you need;

Come and make this wealth your own.

1294 L.M.

Rev. 21:23. MRS. HINSDALE,

A LIGHT streams downward from the sky, An open door the radiance shows, Through which the ransomed spirits fly, To enter bliss no mortal knows. 2 Girded with gladness in that home, No soul its sackcloth ever wears; No sickness, griefs, or fears can come, Nor burdened heart with heavy cares. 3 A tree of life, with pleasant shade,

Grows in that upper Paradise;
Renewed from Eden's early glade,
Its various fruit each want supplies.
4 There flowers of grace in beauty stand,
With fragrance of immortal bloom;
No blighting breath, nor icy hand,
Demands their sweetness for the tomb.
5 Sweet sinless home! my spirit longs
Tomount the skies, and breathe thine air;
With grateful heart to join the songs,
Whose rolling tide flows ceaseless there!
1295 L.M. John. 17:24. C. ELLIOTT.

LET me be with thee where thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal Rest;
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and forever blest.

2 Let me be with thee where thou art,
Thine unvailed glory to behold;
Then only will this wandering heart
Cease to be false to thee and cold.
3 Let me be with thee where thou art,
Where spotless saints thy name adore;
Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more.

As when the weary traveler gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if 'cross the plains, He eyes his home though distant still:2 So when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell, And wings his speed to reach the prize. With Jesus in the realms of day! Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he will wipe my tears away! 1297 7s D. Rev. 5:12.

SEE the ransomed millions stand,-
Palms of conquest in their hands!
This before the throne their strain,-
"Hell is vanquished-death, is slain !—
Blessing, honor, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror's native right!
Thrones and powers before him fall,—
Lamb of God, and Lord of all!"

2 Hasten, Lord! the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power!
Still thy foes are unsubdued:
Nature sighs to be renewed:
Time has nearly reached its sum:
All things with the Bride, say, "Come!"
Jesus! whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign forevermore!

1. Lo, what a glorious sight ap- pears

Το our be-liev-ing eyes!

earth and seas are passed away, And the old roll-ing skies.

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1299 85 & 75.

Deut. 12: 9.

BONAR.

THIS is not my place of resting,-
Mine 's a city yet to come;

Onward to it I am hasting-
On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory;

O'er it shines a nightless day: Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse, hath passed away.

ANON.

1300 85 & 75. Rev. 22:16.
GREAT Redeemer, Friend of sinners!
Thou hast wondrous power to save;
Grant me grace, and still protect me,
Over life's tempestuous wave.

2 May my soul, with sacred transport,
View the dawn while yet afar;
And, until the sun arises,
Lead me by the Morning Star.

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 3 See the happy spirits, waiting

By the streams of life along,-
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!

On the banks beyond the stream;
Sweet responses still repeating,-
Jesus, Jesus is their theme.

4 Swiftly roll, ye lingering hours,
Seraphs, lend your glittering wings;
Love absorbs my ransomed powers,
Heavenly sounds around me ring!

1302 75 & 69. D. Heb. 11:16.

THERE is a holy city,

A happy world above, Beyond the starry regions, Built by the God of love; An everlasting temple

ANON.

And saints arrayed in white, There serve their great Redeemer, And dwell with him in light.

2 The meanest child of glory

Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor

Of that eternal throne
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In godlike majesty?
The elders fall before him,

The angels bend the knee.

3 The hosts of saints around him
Proclaim his work of grace;
The patriarchs and prophets,
And all the godly race,
Who speak of fiery trials

And tortures on their way—
They came from tribulation
To everlasting day.

THERE is an hour of hallowed peace, For those with cares oppressed, When sighs and sorrowing shall cease, And all be hushed to rest :

"T is then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts, which here annoy;
Then they, who oft have sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

2 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows,
On that celestial shore:
There, purity with love appears,

And bliss without alloy;

There, they, who oft have sown in tears, Shall reap again in joy.

Garden of Olives,

1. {The fame of thy wonder, thu deer honored spot;The theme most transporting to seraphs above;

D. c. The triumph of sorrow,-the triumph of love!

GUIDANCE. 8s & 7s. D.

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TIME, thou speedest on but slowly,
Hours, how tardy is your pace!
Ere with Him, the high and holy,

I hold converse face to face.
Here is nought but care and mourning;

Comes a joy, it will not stay;
Fairly shines the sun at dawning,
Night will soon o'ercloud the day.

2 Onward then! not long I wander
Ere my Saviour comes for me,
And with him abiding yonder,
All his glory I shall see.
Oh! the music and the singing

Of the host redeemed by love!
Oh the hallelujahs ringing
Through the halls of light above!

1306 8s & 75 D. Rev. 7:17.

JESUS, blesséd Mediator!
Thou the airy path hast trod;

CONDER.

Thou the Judge, the Consummator!
Shepherd of the fold of God!
Can I trust a fellow-being?

Can I trust an angel's care?
O thou merciful All-seeing!

Beam around my spirit there.

2 Blessed fold! no foe can enter;
And no friend departeth thence;
Jesus is their sun, their centre,
And their shield Omnipotence!
Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them,
All their tears shall wipe away,
To the living fountains lead them,
Till fruition's perfect day.

3 Lo! it comes, that day of wonder!
Louder chorals shake the skies:
Hades' gates are burst asunder;

See! the new-clothed myriads rise!
Thought! repress thy weak endeavor;
Here must reason prostrate fall;
Oh, the ineffable Forever!

And the eternal All in All!

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