4 Thy saints with glory shall be crowned,
Shall see God face to face ;
They triumph still, they still rejoice,
Most happy is their case.
Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall,
Our pleasure is but pain,
Our joys scarce last the looking on,
Our sorrows still remain.
5 Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green,
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As no where else are seen.
Quite through the streets, with silver sound,
The flood of Life doth flow;
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of Life doth grow.
6 There trees for evermore bear fruit,
And evermore do spring;
There evermore the Angels sit,
And evermore do sing.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!
"The heavenly Jerusalem."-HEB. xii. 22.
I JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me,
When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And gates of pearl behold,
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 Apostles, Martyrs, Prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And all I love in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
4 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end
When I thy joys shall see.
'Our conversation is in heaven."-PHIL. iii. 20.
My song and city is,
My home whene'er I die,
The centre of my bliss:
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
2 There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There Angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give :
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
3 The Patriarchs of old
There from their travels cease;
The Prophets there behold
Their longed-for Prince of Peace:
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
4 The Lamb's Apostles there
I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold;
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
5 The bleeding Martyrs, they
Within these courts are found,
Clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crowned:
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
6 Ah me! Ah me! that I
In Kedar's tents here stay;
No place like that on high;
Lord, thither guide my way :
Oh happy place!
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face?
"And he shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem."—
I JERUSALEM the golden!
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed
I know not, oh I know not,
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare !
2 They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song;
And bright with many an Angel
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessèd
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast:
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
4 Jerusalem the glorious!
The glory of the elect!
Oh dear and happy vision
That eager hearts expect!
O Jesu! quickly bring us
To that bright land of rest,
Who art with God the Father
And Spirit ever blest.
"Thou sparest all, for they are Thine, O Lord, Thou Lover of
souls."-WISD. xi. 26.
I JESU, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the waters nearer roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past :
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave-ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing,
3 Wilt Thou not regard my call?
Wilt thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall!
Lo! on Thee I cast my care.
Reach me out Thy gracious hand!
While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope, I stand;
Dying, and, behold, I live!
4 Thou, O Christ, art all I want:
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name;
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
5 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart;
Rise to all eternity.
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