SALEM. L. M. 8 Psalmodist. 1. O happy saints, that dwell in light, And walk with Jesus clothed in white, Safe land-ed on that peace-ful shore, Where pilgrim's meet to part no more. 1226. L. M. 2. Released from sorrow, sin and strife, And tell the wonders of His grace; 4. Ah, Lord! with faltering steps I creep, And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep; When shall I wake in heaven to prove 1. As when the weary traveler gains 3. "T is there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus in the realms of day; 1229. L. M. NEWTON. 1. THERE is a land mine eye hath seen, 2. A land, upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; 3. Its skies are not like carthly skies, WHAT IS LIFE? 8s, & 7s. 4 4 T. HASTINGS. 1. What is life? 'tis but a vapor, Soon it van-ish-es away. Life is but a dy-ing ta-per 9:4 4 O,my soul,why wish to stay! Why not spread thy wings and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. METROPOLIS. C. M. Modern Harp. 1. Je - rusa - lem! my glorious home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and Thee! 2. When shall these eyes Thy heaven-built walls And 9 : 9: pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold! 1233. C. M. 3. There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 4. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? And soon my friends in Christ below 6. Jerusalem! my glorious home!. 1234. C. M. 1. Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and seas are passed away, And the old rolling skies. 2. From the third heaven, where God resides, 3. Attending angels shout for joy, 4. "The God of glory down to men Men, the dear objects of His grace, 5. "His own kind hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and [fears, shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? Thy joys when shall I see? 1239. C. M. 2. O happy harbor of God's saints! 3. No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, 4. Thy walls are made of precious stone, 5. O my sweet home, Jerusalem! 6. Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Where grow such sweet and pleasant 7. Right thro' thy streets with pleasing sound The flood of life doth flow; And on the banks, on either side, 8. Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; For evermore they spring, And all the nations of the earth To thee their honors bring. 1. Lo! I behold the scattering shades, 2. I see the Lord of glory come, 3. I hear the voice-"Ye dead, arise!" 4. They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, 5. O may our humble spirits stand 6. How will our joy and wonder rise, Shall bear us homeward, through the skies, WATTS. |