2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold, Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 4 Why should I shrink from pain and wo, I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 6 Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee. Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. HYMN 414. P. M. [ERUSALEM! high tow'r thy glorious walls! Would God I were in thee! JE Desire of thee my longing heart enthrals, Desire at home to be: Wide from the world outleaping, O'er hill and vale and plain, My soul's strong wing is sweeping, Thy portals to attain. 2 O gladsome day, and yet more gladsome hour! When shall that hour have come, When my rejoicing soul its own free pow'r Itself to Jesus giving, In trust to His own hand, 3 A moment's time, the twinkling of an eye In buoyant exultation, through the sky The homeward trav'ller there; 4 Great fastness thou of honour! thee I greet! 5 What throng is this, what noble troop, that pours, Array'd in beauteous guise, Out through the glorious city's open doors, The host of Christ's elected, 6 Of prophets great, and patriarchs high, a band 7 One more at last arriv'd they welcome there, To beauteous Paradise; Where sense can scarce its full fruition bear Or tongue for praise suffice; Glad hallelujahs ringing With rapturous rebound, And rich hosannahs singing Eternity's long round. 8 Unnumber'd choirs before the Lamb's high throne There shout the jubilee, With loud resounding peal and sweetest tone, In blissful ecstasy: A hundred thousand voices Take up the wondrous song; Eternity rejoices God's praises to prolong. HYMN 415. II. 6. T thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy blessed name, they weep. Is unction to the breast, 2 Brief life is here our portion, Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners 3 That we should look, poor wanderers, That we who fight the battle Should then put on the crown Of full, and everlasting, And passionless renown! 4 O one, O only mansion! O paradise of joy! Whence tears are ever banish'd, . O garden free from sorrow! 5 With jaspers glow Thy bulwarks, 6 They stand, those halls of Zion, Are decked in glorious sheen. 7 There is the throne of David; And there, from toil releas'd, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast: And they, beneath their Leader, Who conquer'd in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. 8 I know not, Oh! I know not, |