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."
hath seen,

WHAT no human eye

Lange.

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!

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STENNETT.

ON Jordan's stormy bank I stand,

And cast a wishful eye

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

HEAVEN.

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.

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STOUR, me the

AVIOUR, on me the grace bestow,

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 o'ercome,
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,
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.

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AWAY 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!
3 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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C.M.

C. WESLEY.

HOW happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!

This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven;
A country far from mortal sight;-
Yet, O! by faith I see

The land of rest, the saints' delight,
The heaven prepared for me.

2 A stranger in the world below,
I calmly sojourn here;
Nor can its happiness or woe
Provoke my hope or fear;
Its evils in a moment end,
Its joys as soon are past;
But, Ŏ! the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last.

8 To that Jerusalem above
With singing I repair:

While in the flesh, my hope and love,
My heart and soul, are there:
There my exalted Saviour stands,
My merciful High Priest,

And still extends His wounded hands
To take me to His breast.

4 What is there here to court my stay,
Or hold me back from home,
While angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come?
Shall I regret my parted friends,
Still in the vale confined?
Nay, but whene'er my soul ascends,
They will not stay behind.

5 The race we all are running now;
And if I first attain,

They too their willing head shall bow,
They too the prize shall gain.

Now on the brink of death we stand;
And if I pass before,

They all shall soon escape to land,
And hail me on the shore.

60 what a blessed hope is ours!

While here on earth we stay,.

We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day:

We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here,
Our earthen vessels filled.

7 (O would He more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessel break,
And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek:
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me:
And shout, and wonder at His grace,
Through all eternity!)

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2

3

4

S.M.

C. WESLEY.

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

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.
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,