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4 While thrones, dominions, princedoms,

powers, And saints made perfect triumph thus: A goodly heritage is ours,

There is a heaven on earth for us. 5 The church of Christ, the school of

grace, The Spirit teaching by the word ! In those our Saviour's steps we trace; By this His living voice is heard. Firm in His footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of His love! And be from grace to glory led, From heaven below to heaven above.

C.M. 624 The holy city, new Jerusalem.

Rev. 21, 2. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!

! When shall my labours have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built

And pearly gates behold ; (walls Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold? 30 when, thou city of my God,

Shall í thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,

And sabbaths have no end? 4 There happier bowers than Eden's

Nor sin nor sorrow know: [bloom, Blest sonts, through rude and stormy

I onward press to you. [scenes 5 Why should I shrink from pain and

Or feel at death dismay? (woe, 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.

S.M. 625 The former things are passed

away.- Rev. 21, 4. 1

THE
HE people of the Lord

Are on their way to heaven;
There they obtain their great reward,

The prize will there be given. 2 Tis conflict here below;

Tis triumph there, and peace:
On earth we wrestle with the foe,

In heaven our conflicts cease, 3 Tis gloom and darkness here;

Tis light and joy above:
There all is pure, and all is clear;

There all is peace and love.
There rest shall follow toil,

And ease succeed to care:
The victors there divide the spoil;

They sing and triumph there. 5 Then let us joyful sing!

The conflict is not long:
We hope in heaven to praise our King,

In one eternal song,

S.M. 626 so shall we ever be with the Lord.

1 Thess.
1 Forever with the Lord !

Amen,
Life from the dead is in that word;

Tis immortality.
2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,

A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's foreseeing eye,

Thy golden gates appear! 4 My thirsty spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above.
5 For ever with the Lord !

Father, if tis Thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,

E'en here to me fulfil.
6 Be Thou at my right hand,

Then can I never fail;
Uphold Thou me, so shall I stand,

Fight, and I must prevail. 7 So when my latest breath,

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain,
8 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word!
And oft repeat before the throne,
For ever
with the Lord !

O.M.

627 Redeemed from among men.–Rev. GW

1 CLIVE me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears. 8 I ask them whence their victory came;

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to His death. 4 They marked the footsteps that He

His zeal inspired their breast,- [trod,And, following their incarnate God,

Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,

For His own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

C.M. 628 Death is swallowed up in victory.

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Thee, my God, my joys shall And run eternal rounds, [riso, Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

FROM

2 The holy triumphs of my soul

Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,

And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,

In heaven's unmeasured space,
I'll spend a long eternity

In pleasure and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wondering eye

Shall o'er Thy glories rove;
Through endless ages I'll adore

The wonders of Thy love.

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2

50th. 629 The inheritance of the saints in

light.-Col. 1, 12. ON wings of faith, mount up, my View thine inheritance beyond the

skies: Nor heart can think,normortaltongue

can tell, What endless pleasures in those man

sions dwell: There our Redeemer lives, all bright

and glorious, (victorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns No gnawing grief, no sad, heart-rending rain,

(gain; In that blest country can admission No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting

fear, For God's own hand shall wipe the

falling tear: There our Redeemer lives, all bright

and glorious, (victorious, O’er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns

Beforethethronea crystal riverglides,
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful

sides:
There the fair tree of life majestierears
Its blooming head, and sovereign

virtue bears: There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,

(victorious. O'er sin and death, and hell, He reigns

3

No rising sun his needless beams dis

plays, No sickly moon emits her feeble rays; The Godhead there celestial glory sheds,

[spreads: The exalted Lamb eternal radiance There our Redeemer lives, all bright

and glorious, (victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns 5 One distant glimpse my eager passion

fires! Jesus! to Theemylonging soulaspires! When shall I at my heavenly home arrive,

(begin to live? When leave this earth, and when For there my Saviour lives, all bright and glorious,

(victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns

8.7.8.7.7.7. 630 what are these which are arrayed 1 W

HO are these in dazzling brightness And in robes of purest whiteness,

Raising high their noble psalm?
“Glory be to God on high,

Glory to the Lamb,” they cry. 2 Out of fearful tribulation

They are come this joy to gain,
And from every land and nation,

Each one washed from earthly stain;
Cleansed by the atoning blood,

All appear before their God.
3 These are they who have contended

For their Saviour's honour long;
Wrestling on till life was ended,

Following not the sinful throng:
Now they serve Him day and night,

And with them He dwells in light. 4 Hunger they no more for ever,

For the Lamb Himself shall feed;
Thirst not,--unto Life's own river,

Them the Infinite shall lead;
And the tears of earth's short day.
God Himself shall wipe away.

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