At Home in Heaven.

"FOR ever with the Lord!"

Amen; so let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's far-seeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!

Ah! then my spirit faints

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

Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect flies,

Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart, Expands the bow of peace.

Beneath its glowing arch,
Along the hallowed ground,
I see cherubic armies march,
A camp of fire around.

I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of heaven Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.

Then, then I feel that he,
(Remembered or forgot,)

The LORD, is never far from me,
Though I perceive him not.

In darkness as in light,

Hidden alike from view,
I sleep, I wake, as in his sight,
Who looks all nature through.

All that I am, have been,
All that I yet may be,

He sees at once, as he hath seen,

And shall for ever see.

Mine on the cross I cast,

And own my life a Saviour's prize,
Mercy from first to last.

"For ever with the Lord !"

-Father, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
Even here to me fulfil.

Be thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail;

Uphold thou me, and I shall stand,
Fight, and I must prevail.

So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,

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

Then, though the soul enjoy Communion high and sweet, While worms this body must destroy, Both shall in glory meet.

The trump of final doom

Will speak the selfsame word,

And Heaven's voice thunder through the tomb, "For ever with the LORD!"

The tomb shall echo deep

That death-awakening sound; The saints shall hear it in their sleep,

And answer from the ground.

Then, upward as they fly,
That resurrection-word,
Shall be their shout of victory,
"For ever with the LORD !"

That resurrection-word,

That shout of victory,

Once more," For ever with the Lord!"

Amen; so let it be !

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A CHARGE to keep I have...
A debtor to mercy alone

grace.

A fountain of life and of
Ah, dearest Lord, I cannot pray..
Alas what hourly dangers rise..
All hail the power of Jesus' name..
All people that on earth do dwell..
All praise to the Lamb, accepted I am.
Am I an Israelite indeed?.

Am I a soldier of the cross?..

And am I only born to die?.

And let this feeble body fail..

And may I hope that when no more...

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.C. Wesley. 3
Toplady. 283
.C. Wesley. 440
..Faber. 440
Mrs. Steele. 548
190

Scotch version. 101
.C. Wesley. 345
Beddome. 18
Watts. 417

...C. Wesley. 547
...C. Wesley. 346
......Sivain. 342

Appointed by thee, we meet in thy name........C. Wesley. 503

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat.

Arise, my soul, arise...

Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height.
As God leads me will I go..
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep..
As birds their infant brood protect..
As those that watch for the day..
As when the weary traveller gains..
At anchor laid, remote from home.
At every motion of our breath...
Awake and sing the song...............
Awake my soul, stretch every nerve..
Awake my soul to joyful lays
Awake, ye saints, awake...
Away my unbelieving fear.

. Cowper. 564
C. Wesley. 595
541

..L. Gedicke. 498
Mrs. Mackay. 579
. Cowper. 33
386
.Newton. 155

Toplady. 469
Montgomery. 258

Hammond. 87
..Doddridge. 135
..Medley. 405

. Coterill. 321
...C. Wesley. 183