0! that I now thy rest might know, Believe, and enter in; And let me cease from sin. Remove the hardness from my heart, The sabbath of thy love. And make me thine abode; Let all be lost in God. C, M. a 212 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; And pleasures banish pain. And never-with’ring flowers ; This heavenly land from ours. Those gloomy doubts that rise, With faith's unclouded eyes ; And view the landscape o'er, LIGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death ; Scatter every cloud beneath ! Life and joy thy beams impart, Every meek and contrite heart. in every nation, Fix our hearts on things above : Every burden'd soul release ; Guide us into perfect peace. 214 HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken, O my people, faint and few, Fair abodes I build for you: Shall no more perplex your ways; your gates shall all be Praise. Pleasures without end shall flow; All his bounty shall bestow : Peace and righteousness shall reign; Hear the voice of war again. 8.7. Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; Find eternal noon in Me: Change to day the gloom of night; God, your everlasting light. 215 8.7. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! Form'd thee for his own abode : What can shake thy sure repose ? Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. Springing from eternal love, And all fear of want remove : Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? Never fails from age to age. By thy grace we members are, We will boast the name we bear: All its boasted pomp and show; None but Zion's children know. JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me! In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And gates of pearl behold; Ănd streets of shining gold? Jesus, my Saviour, dwells therein, In glorious majesty ; Onward I press to see. Apostles, prophets, martyrs, there Around the Saviour stand ; Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; When I thy joys shall see. 217 C.M. FAR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise; Unknown to mortal eyes. No cloud those blissful regions know, For ever bright and fair ; Can never enter there. His beams of wondrous grace ; And bow before his face. Our hearts with ardent love; Bear every thought above ! 218 S.M. COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; And thus surround the throne. Glory begun below; To faith and hope may grow. A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. And every tear be dry; To fairer worlds on high. |