C.M. 581 Absent from the body. 1 with the Lord.-2 Cor. 5, 8. present THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high: And here my spirit waiting stands, " 2 Shortly this prison of my clay That forms thee fit for heaven: 4 We walk by faith of joys to come; Tis pleasant to believe Thy grace, S.M. 582 There shall be no more death, nei 1 2 ther sorrow, nor crying.—Rev. 21, 4. LET our heart and mind Continually ascend, That heaven of repose to find Where all our labours end; Where all our toils are o'er, Our suffering and our pain:Who meet on that eternal shore Shall never part again. O happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet! There shall we see each others' face, And all our brethren greet: 4 The church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest! And, crowned with endless joy, return To our eternal rest. 3 Awhile in flesh disjoined, Our friends that went before We soon in paradise shall find, And meet to part no more. 6 The saints of ancient days, We shall with them sit down, Who fought the fight, and ran the race, And then received the crown. LM. 583 The ransomed of the Lord shall 1 return to Zion.-Isa. 35, 10. ZION, when I think on thee, I wish for pinions like a dove, And mourn to think that I should be So distant from the place I love. 2 A captive here, and far from home, For Zion's sacred courts I sigh: Thither the ransomed nations come, And see their Saviour, eye to eye. 3 While here I walk on hostile ground, The few that I can call my friends, Are, like myself, with fetters bound, And weariness my path attends. 4 But yet we shall behold the day When Zion's children shall return; Our sorrows then shall flee away, And we shall never, never mourn. 5 The hope that such a day will come Makes e'en the captive's portion sweet Though now we're distant far from home. In Zion soon we all shall meet. 8.7.8.7.7.7. 584 What is your life? it is even a 1 vapour.-James 4, 14. HAT is life? tis but a vapour, WHAT Soon it vanishes away; Life is like a dying taper: O my soul, why wish to stay? Why not spread thy wings, and fly 2 See that glory; how resplendent! s Joyful crowds, His throne surrounding, Sing with rapture of His love; Through the heavens His praise resounding Fills the blissful courts above: 585 6.6.8.6.8.8. FRIE Departed for a season.-Philem. 15. Were this frail world our only rest, Beyond the flight of time, Nor life's affections transient fire, There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love. Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here, Thus star by star declines. As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night,- light. 1 L.M. 586 Here have we no continuing city. Heb. 13, 14. W This may distress the worldly mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, 2 We've no abiding city here: Sad truth, were this to be our home! 3 We've no abiding city here: 5 O sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove, 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine! 2 148th. 587 Even we ourselves groan within ourselves.-Rom. 8, 23. HEAVEN, abode of saints, Where sin can never come, For thee my spirit faints; O world of peace, O land of rest, When shall I reach thee and be blest? O Death, once dreaded foe! Will quench corruption's fires; 3 4 The worm, I know, will feed And safe from every storm; And when that form is raised anew,.. Jesus, my Life above, 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. 588 They desire a better country, that 1 is, an heavenly.-Heb. 11, 16. I'M but a stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear, 2 What though the tempest rage? 3 There at my Saviour's side,- Heaven is my home: 4 Therefore I murmur not, There at my Lord's right hand; Heaven is my home. |