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Made ready for your full reward,

Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go, meet Him in the sky,

Your everlasting Friend :
Your Head to glorify,

With all His saints ascend :
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace

To see, without a veil, His face!
4 Ye that have here received

The unction from above,
And in His Spirit lived,

Obedient to His love,
Jesus shall claim you for His bride :

Rejoice with all the sanctified !
5 The everlasting doors

Shall soon the saints receive,
Above yon angel powers

In glorious joy to live;
Far from a world of grief and sin,

With God eternally shut in.
6 (Then let us wait to hear

The trumpet's welcome sound;
To see our Lord appear,

Watching let us be found;
When Jesus doth the heavens bow,
Be found-as, Lord, Thou find'st us now!)

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8.7.4. C. Wesley. 1758.
TIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
U Partners in His sufferings here;
Christ, to all believers precious,
Lords of lords, shall soon appear :

Mark the tokens
Of His heavenly kingdom near !
2 Close behind the tribulation

Of the last tremendous days,
See the flaming revelation,

See the universal blaze !

Earth and heaven
Melt before the Judge's face !
3 Sun and moon are both confounded,

Darkened into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In His Father's glory bright,

Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting Light.
4 See the stars from heaven falling,

Hark! on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,

“ Hide us, hide us,
Rocks and mountains, from His eye !”
5 With what different exclamation

Shall the saints His banner see!
By the tokens of His passion,
By the marks received for me,

All discern Him,
All with shouts cry out, “ 'Tis He!".
6 Yes, the prize shall now be given,

We His open face shall see ;
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love, our full reward shall be ;

Love shall crown us
Kings through all eternity!

Describing Heaven.

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2-68 & 4-78. C. WESLEY. 1750. ITOW weak the thoughts, and vain,

Of self-deluding men;
Men, who, fixed to earth alone,

Think their houses shall endure,
Fondly call their lands their own,

To their distant heirs secure.

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How happy, then, are we,

Who build, O Lord, on Thee !
What can our foundation shock ?

Though the shattered earth remove,
Stands our city on a rock,

On the rock of heavenly Love.
A house we call our own,

Which cannot be o’erthrown:
In the general ruin sure,

Storms and earthquakes it defies ;
Built immovably secure;

Built eternal in the skies.
High on Immanuel's land

We see the fabric stand ;
From a tottering world remove

To our steadfast mansions there :
Our inheritance above

Cannot pass from heir to heir.
Those amaranthine bowers

(Unalienably ours)
Bloom, our infinite reward,

Rise, our permanent abode ;
From the founded world prepared ;

Purchased by the blood of God.
O might we quickly find

The place for us designed ;
See the long-expected day

Of our full redemption here :
Let the shadows flee away,

Let the new-made world appear.
High on Thy great white throne,

0 King of Saints, come down ;
In the new Jerusalem

Now triumphantly descend ;
Let the final trump proclaim

Joys begun which ne'er shall end.

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4-88 & 2-6s. J. Wesley. 1747.
OW happy is the pilgrim's lot!
M How free from every anxious thought,

From worldly hope and fear !
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,

He only sojourns here.
2 His happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,

From every creature-love ;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,

And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue ;
A happiness beyond the view

Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,

I neither have nor want.
4 (I have no babes to hold me here;
But children more securely dear

For mine I humbly claim,
Better than daughters or than sons,
Temples divine of living stones,

Inscribed with Jesu's name.) 5 (No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness ;

A poor wayfaring man,
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,

Till I my Canaan gain.)
6 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,

I all their goods despise ;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,

A country in the skies.

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7 There is my house and portion fair ;
My treasure and my heart are there,

And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,

And Jesus bids me come.
8 (I come,—thy servant, Lord, replies ;
I come to meet Thee in the skies,

And claim my heavenly rest !
Now let the pilgrim's journey end :
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

Receive me to Thy breast !)
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C.M.

Watts. 1709.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
1 Where saints immortal reign :
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green :
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea ;
And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes;
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

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