OW happy is the pilgrim's lot! From worldly hope and fear! e things eternal I pursue; r things by nature felt and seen; eir honours, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. have no babes to hold me here; it children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim, tter than daughters or than song mples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesu's name.) o foot of land do I possess, > cottage in this wilderness; A poor wayfaring man, lodge awhile in tents below, gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain.) othing on earth I call my own; here is my house and portion fair; y treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home; or me my elder brethren stay, nd angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 8 Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, What Christ hath for His saints prepared, Who conquer through their Saviour's might, Who sink into perfection's height, 4 Dost thou desire to know and see, LONG to behold Him arrayed 1with glory and light from above, The King in His beauty displayed, His beauty of holiest love: I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fixed His abode; O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God! 2 With Him I on Sion shall stand, (For Jesus hath spoken the word,) The breadth of Immanuel's land Survey by the light of my Lord; But when, on Thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strengthened to see My fulness of rapture I find, My heaven of heavens, in Thee. How happy the people that dwell No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive! 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy 5 Why should I shrink from pain and woe! 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there And soon my friends in Christ below, 7 Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; 2 When upon my wearied ear 8 Here were sweet and varied tones, 4 Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun, 1ON Jordan's stormy bank I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, 2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 3 There generous fruit that never fails. On trees immortal grow: There rocks and hills, and brooks and v 4 All o'er those wide-extended plains There God, the Sun, for ever reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, wings, And mount, and bear us far above 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Where solid pleasures never die, 4 Adoring saints around Him stand, 3 Write upon me the Name divine, His glory pouring from my breast, 4 Inscribing with the city's name, 5 When Thou hadst all thy foes o'ercome, C. WESLEY. 1 A WAY with our sorrow and fear! From earth we shall quickly remove, 2 Our mourning is all at an end, Adorned as a bride for her Lord: No sorrow can breathe in the air: 8 By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here; She stands, as she ever hath stood, 4 No need of the sun in that day. Which never is followed by night, Where Jesus's beauties display A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their Light and their Sun: And, lo! by reflection they shine, With Jesus ineffably one, And bright in effulgence divine! 5 The saints in His presence receive Is kindled at Jesus's face; And all the enjoyment above 1 TOW happy every child of grace, Whomows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place, 2 8 4 5 It stands securely high, Our glorious mansion in the sky O were we entered there, For this in faith we call, And hasten to be swallowed up Absent, alas! from God, We in the body mourn, And pine to quit this mean abode, And languish to return. Jesus, regard our vows, And change our faith to sight; And clothe us with our nobler house Of empyrean light. O let us put on Thee In perfect holiness, And rise prepared Thy face to see, Thy bright, unclouded face! Thy grace with glory crown, And now triumphantly come down, And let it droop and die; 47 My soul shall quit the mournful vale 2 In hope of that immortal crown, I suffer out my three-score years, 8 Surely He will not long delay: O'er death, who now has lost his sting And with Me My reward I bring, I bring My heaven for thee." C. WESLEY. C. WESLEY. E know, by faith we know, This tabernacle, sink below In ruinous decay, We have a house above, And firm, as our Redeemer's love, WHAT hath Jesus bought for me! Rivers of life divine I see, They flourish in perpetual bloom, YOME, let us join our friends above Set all the saints terrestrial sing, One family we dwell in Him, One army of the living God, To His command we bow; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. What numbers to their endless home, And we are to the margin come, His militant embodied host, Our old companions in distress E'en now by faith we join our hands Our spirits, too, shall quickly join, 10 O that we now might grasp our Guide! C. WESLEY. 1 LIFT your eyes of faith, and see Saints and angels joined in one: What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne! Each before his Saviour stands; All in milk-white robes arrayed, 2 Saints, begin the endless song, 8 Angel-powers the throne surround, 4 Be it so, they all reply, Him let all our orders praise; Him that did for sinners die, Saviour of the favoured race! Render we our God His right, Glory, wisdom, thanks, and power, Honour, majesty, and might; Praise Him, praise Him evermore! 0. WESLEY. 1 WHAT are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light, These are they that bore the cross, 2 Out of great distress they came, Blood that washes white as snow: 8 More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more No excessive heat they feel From the sun's directer ray; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day. |