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.
3 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!
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 pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 0, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where evermore the angels sing,
Where Sabbaths have no end?
4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
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.
"Hymns from the Land of Luther." (1860).
WHAT no human eye hath seen,
What no mortal ear hath heard,
What on thought hath never been
In its noblest flights conferred,-
This hath God prepared in store
For His people evermore!
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.
3 Here were sweet and varied tones,
Bird, and breeze, and fountain's fall,
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!
ON Jordan's stormy bank I stand,
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 vales
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?
ESCEND from heaven, immortal Dove!
Stoop down, and take us on Thy 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 light,
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 Man, And sheds sweet glories on them all.
5 0 what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King! 6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow among them there, And view Thy face, and sing Thy love?
EADER of faithful souls, and Guide
Of all who travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, e'en us, abide,
Who would on Thee alone rely;
On Thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place,
But hasten through the vale of woe,
And, restless to behold Thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We have no 'biding city here,
But seek a city out of sight;
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light,
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.
4 Patient the' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The New Jerusalem to find:
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the New Jerusalem.
5 Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven,
With songs to Sion we return,
Contending for our native heaven;
That palace of our glorious King,
We find it nearer while we sing.
6 Raised by the breath of Love Divine,
We urge our way with strength renewed;
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.
AVIOUR, on me the grace bestow,
VIOUR, on me the
To trample on my mortal foe;
Conqueror of death with Thee to rise,
And claim my station in the skies,
Fixed as the throne which ne'er can move,
A pillar in Thy church above.
2 As beautiful as useful there,
May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally overcome,
Supporters of the heavenly dome;
Of perfect holiness possessed,
For ever in Thy presence blessed.
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,
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