119.

JESUS! the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, Nor can the memory find,

A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name, O SAVIOUR of mankind!

O hope of every contrite heart,

O joy of all the meek;

To those who fall how kind Thou art! How good to those that seek!

JESUS! our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our prize shalt be;
Be Thou our help and glory now,
And through eternity!

120.

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 thy joys explore,

How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

Prepare us, LORD, by grace divine,
For Thy blest courts on high;
So may our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

121.

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

There endless 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.
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green ;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger shivering on the brink
And fear to launch away.

O could we but our doubts remove,
Those gloomy thoughts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With clear unclouded eyes.

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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122.

To thee, O dear, dear Country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep,
For very love beholding

Thy happy name they weep;
The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,

And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.

O one, O only mansion!

O Paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy :

Besides thy living waters

All plants are, great and small;

The cedar of the forest,

The hyssop of the wall,

Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no end, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of ages

They raise thy holy tower,
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

With jaspers glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardins and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thy ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up its fabric,

And the Corner-stone is CHRIST.