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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.

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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THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 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,

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Nor Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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I. 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.

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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:

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.

5 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.