2 What peace beyond all telling; what joy, for them whose feet Stand by the crystal river, and walk the golden street!

With boughs of palms, like victors, arrayed in robes of white,
With hymns of glad thanksgiving they throng the halls of

light.

3 They thirst not, neither hunger, who gain that bright abode, With oil of love anointed; as kings and priests to God.

O dear and blessed vision; the Seer of Patmos tells !
What glad and hopeful tidings, the prophets voice reveals.

4 Behold the Tabernacle of God is now with men :

And He will dwell among them and heal their grief and pain,
And he that overcometh shall be the Father's heir,
Within the glorious city! and dwell forever there.

88 THOU City of the angels, thou City of the Lord, Whose everlasting music is e'er in sweet accord;

Jerusalem, exulting on that securest shore,

I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, and love thee evermore.

2 O fields that know no sorrow! O state that fears no strife! O princely bowers, O land of flowers, O realm and home of

Life!

There, through the sacred lilies, and flowers on every side,
The happy ransomed people go wandering far and wide.

3 0 one, O only Mansion! O Paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished and smiles have no alloy;
With jasper glow thy bulwarks, thy streets with emeralds

blaze,

The sardius and the topaz unite in thee their rays.

4 Thou hast no night, fair heaven; thou hast no time, bright day!

Dear fountain of refreshment to pilgrims far away! Upon the Rock of Ages they raise thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, and thine the golden dower. 5 O sweet and blessed country, the home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country that eager hearts expect! In mercy, Saviour, bring us to that dear land of rest, Who art our heavenly Father and Saviour ever blest.

89 HIGH in yonder realms of light

Dwell the raptured saints above-
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love.

Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
Torturing pain, and heavy woe.

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2 Happy spirits, ye are fled

Where no grief can entrance find
Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of the mind.
Every tear is wiped away,

;

Sighs no more shall heave the breast,
Night is lost in endless day,
Sorrow in eternal rest.

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PEACE of all the faithful!

O calm of all the blest!

Inviolate, unvaried,

Divinest, sweetest, best,

2 Yes, peace! for war is over;
Yes, calm for storm is past;
And goal from finished labor,
And anchorage at last.

3 O happy, holy portion,
Refection for the blest!
True vision of true beauty,
Sweet cure of all distrest!

4 Strive, man, to win that glory!

Toil, man, to gain that light!
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.

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91 THE

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where God the Saviour reigns;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pains.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair,
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 O may the heavenly prospects fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

92 THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ;

But there's a nobler rest above:

To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope, and strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.

3 No rude alarms of raging foes;

No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun;
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

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