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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.


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.



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.


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.


FAR from these narrow scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.


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.

From De contemptu mundi."

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.



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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