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OW happy is the pilgrim's lot!
How free from every anxious
thought,

From worldly hope and fear!
fined to neither court nor cell,
soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
happiness in part is mine,
eady saved from low design,
From every creature-love;
st with the scorn of finite good,
soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.

e things eternal I pursue;
appiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant

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;
stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise;
trample on their whole delight,
nd seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.

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.

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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,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly die their Lord to meet.

4 Dost thou desire to know and see,
What thy mysterious name shall be?
Contending for thy heavenly home,
Thy latest foe in death o'ercome;
Till then thou searchest out in vain,
What only conquest can explain.

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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
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,

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!

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

Blest seats! through rude and stormy
I onward press to you.
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5 Why should I shrink from pain and woe!
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem, my happy home!

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

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2 When upon my wearied ear
Earth's last echoes faintly die,
Then shall angel harps draw near,
All the chorus of the sky;
Long-hushed voices blend again,
Sweetly, in that welcome strain.

8 Here were sweet and varied tones,
Bird, and breeze, and fountain's
Yet Creation's travail groans,
Ever sadly sighed through all;
There no discord jars the air,
Harmony is perfect there!

4 Jesus reigns, the Life, the Sun,
Of that wondrous world above;
All the clouds and storms are gone,
All is light, and all is love;
All the shadows melt away
In the blaze of perfect day!

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1ON Jordan's stormy bank I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 There generous fruit that never fails. On trees immortal grow:

There rocks and hills, and brooks and v
With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

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,
And in His bosom rest?

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wings,

And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things:

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages-roll,

Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul
3 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour, crowned with lig
Clothed in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around Him stand,
And thrones and powers before Him fall
The God shines gracious through the M
And sheds sweet glories on them all.

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3 Write upon me the Name divine,
And let Thy Father's nature shine,
His image visibly exprest,

His glory pouring from my breast,
O'er all my bright humanity,
Transformed into the God I see!

4 Inscribing with the city's name,
The heavenly New Jerusalem,
To me the victor's title give,
Among Thy glorious saints to live,
And all their happiness to know,
A citizen of heaven below.

5 When Thou hadst all thy foes o'ercome,
Returning to Thy glorious home,
Thou didst receive the full reward,
That I might share it with my Lord;
And thus Thy own new name obtain,
And one with Thee for ever reign.

C. WESLEY.

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WAY with our sorrow and fear!
We soon shall recover our home,
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come:

From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode;
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

2 Our mourning is all at an end,
When, raised by the life-giving word,
We see the new city descend,

Adorned as a bride for her Lord:
The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air:
No gloom of affliction or sin,
No shadow of evil is there!

8 By faith we already behold

That lovely Jerusalem here;
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear:
Immovably founded in grace,

She stands, as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.

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
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live;
They reign in the smile of their Lord;
The flame of angelical love

Is kindled at Jesus's face;

And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze.

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1 TOW happy every child of grace, Whomows his sins forgiven!

This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven;

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It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure;

Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure:

O were we entered there,
To perfect heaven restored!
O were we all caught up to share
The triumph of our Lord!

For this in faith we call,
For this we weep and pray:
O might the tabernacle fall!
O might we 'scape away!
Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife,

And hasten to be swallowed up
Of everlasting life.

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,
Who hast the earnest given;

And now triumphantly come down,
And take our souls to heaven!

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And let it droop and die;

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My soul shall quit the mournful vale
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In my Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:

I suffer out my three-score years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away His servant's tears,
And fake His exile home.

8 Surely He will not long delay:
I hear His Spirit cry,
"Arise, my love, make haste away!
Go, get thee up, and die.

O'er death, who now has lost his sting
I give thee victory;

And with Me My reward I bring,

I bring My heaven for thee."

C. WESLEY.

C. WESLEY.

E know, by faith we know,
If this vile house of clay,

This tabernacle, sink below

In ruinous decay,

We have a house above,
Not made with mortal hands;

And firm, as our Redeemer's love,
That heavenly fabric stands.

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WHAT hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes

Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise:

They flourish in perpetual bloom,
Fruit every month they give;
And to the healing leaves who come
Eternally shall live.

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YOME, let us join our friends above
JWho have obtained the prize,
nd on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise:

Set all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death;

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,
This solemn moment fly!

And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die;

His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach that heavenly land.

Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release,
And full felicity:

E'en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before;
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

Our spirits, too, shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear His trumpet sound.

10 O that we now might grasp our Guide!
O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven!

C. WESLEY.

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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,
Palms they carry in their hands,
Crowns of glory on their head.

2 Saints, begin the endless song,
Cry aloud in heavenly lays,
Glory doth to God belong;
God, the glorious Saviour, praise:
All salvation from Him came;
Him, who reigns enthroned on high;
Glory to the bleeding Lamb,
Let the morning stars reply.

8 Angel-powers the throne surround,
Next the saints in glory they;
Lulled with the transporting sound,
They their silent homage pay;
Prostrate on their face before
God and His Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore,
Shout the Lamb that died for all!

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.

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1 WHAT are these arrayed in white,

Brighter than the noon-day sun?

Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?

These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.

2 Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes by faith below,
In the blood of yonder Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow:
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night:
God resides among His own,
God doth in His saints delight.

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.

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