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4 Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem,

Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end

Thy joys that I might see !

5 Thy gardens and thy gallant walks

Continually are green,
There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers

As nowhere else are seen.

6 Quite through the streets, with silver sound,

The flood of Life doth flow;
Upon whose banks on every side

The wood of Life doth grow.

7 There trees for evermore bear fruit,

And evermore do spring ;
There evermore the angels sit

And evermore do sing.

8 Jerusalem, my happy home,

Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,

Thy joys that I might see! Amen.

365.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee ?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold ?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold ?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scene.

I onward press to you.

4. Why should I shrink from pain and woe,

Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.

5 Jesus, my Saviour, dwells therein

In glorious majesty;
And Him, through every stormy scene,

I onward press to see.

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. Amen.

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366.
THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

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3 O could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes !

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Nor Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

1. Watts.

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367.
FAR from these narrow scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

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Fair distant land ; could mortal eyes

But half its joys explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,

And dwell on earth no more !

3 There pain and sickness never come,

And grief no more complains :
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And endless pleasure reigns.

4 No cloud'those blissful regions know,

For ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.

5 There no alternate night is known,

Nor sun's faint sickly ray ;
But glory from the sacred Throne

Spreads everlasting day.

6 The glorious Monarch there displays

His beams of wondrous grace ;
His happy subjects sing His praise

And bow before His face.

7 O may the heavenly prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above!

8 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,

For Thy bright courts on high ;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky. Amen.

A. Steele.

368.
From De contemptu mundi."

PART I.
THE world is very evil ;

The times are waxing late:
Be sober and keep vigil ;

The Judge is at the gate :

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The Judge that comes in mercy,

The Judge that comes with might, To terminate the evil,

To diadem the right.

3 Then glory yet unheard of

Shall shed abroad its ray,
Resolving all enigmas,

An endless Sabbath-day.

4. Then, then from his oppressors

The Hebrew shall go free,
And celebrate in triumph

The year of Jubilee.

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Midst

power that knows no limit, And wisdom free from bound, The Beatific Vision

Shall glad the saints around ;

6 The peace of all the faithful,

The calm of all the blest,
Inviolate, unvaried,

Divinest, sweetest, best.

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