993*

ETERNITY.

Longing for a view of heaven.

10 LET our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Expos'd to no decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving look of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 0 then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent souls shall rise

C. M.

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.

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HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand'rers giv'n;
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-
'Tis found above-in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
"Tis fair as breath of ev'n;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driv'n;

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heav'n.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects giv'n;
And views the tempest passing by,
The ev'ning shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heav'n.

5 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are giv'n;

There joys divine disperse the gloom :-
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heav'n.

(951) Sowing in tears and reaping in joy. C. M.

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1

HERE is an hour of hallow'd peace

THE

For those with care oppress'd,

When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,
And all be hush'd to rest:

2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts, that here annoy:
Then they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore:

4 There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;

There they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap eternal joy.

996 (952)

HE ransom'd spirit to her home,
The clime of cloudless beauty, flies;

1 THE

No more on stormy seas to roam,

She hails her haven in the skies:

But cheerless are those heav'nly fields,
That cloudless clime no pleasure yields,
There is no bliss in bow'rs above,
If thou art absent, holy Love!

2 The cherub near the viewless throne

Smiteth the harp with trembling hand;
And one with incense-fire hath flown,
To touch with flame the angel-band;
But tuneless is the quiv'ring string;
No melody can Gabriel bring;
Mute are its arches, when above
The harps of heaven wake not to love!
3 Earth, sea, and sky one language speak,
In harmony that soothes the soul;
"Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake,
And when on thunders thunders roll:
That voice is heard, and tumults cease;
It whispers to the bosom peace;
Speak, thou Inspirer, from above,
And cheer our hearts, celestial Love!

997 (954) 1 MID

ID scenes of confusion and creature complaints,

How sweet to my soul is communion with saints! To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home! Home! home! sweet, sweet home!

Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace!

And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease! Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home.

Home, &c.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with

thee;

Though now my temptations like billows may foam,

All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at Home, &c.

home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission and strength as my day!

In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
Home, &c.

5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace,
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;"
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.
Home, &c.

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,

And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home. Home, &c.

998 (955) THE

HERE is a pure and peaceful wave,
That rolls around the throne of love;
Whose waters gladden as they lave

The bright and heav'nly shores above.
2 While streams which on that tide depend,
Steal from those heav'nly shores away,
And on this desert world descend,

Over our barren land to stray;

3 The pilgrim, faint and near to sink,
Beneath his load of earthly woe,
Refresh'd beneath its verdant brink,
Rejoices in its gentle flow.

4 There, O my soul, do thou repose,
And hover o'er the hallow'd spring,
To drink the crystal wave, and there
To lave thy wounded, weary wing.
5 It may be that the waft of love

Some leaves on that pure tide hath driv'n; Which, passing from the shores above,

Have floated down to us from heaven.

6 So shall thy wants and woes be heal'd,
By the blest influence they bring;
So thy parch'd lips shall be unseal'd,
Thy Savior's worthy name to sing.

999*

1 FAR

AR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of joy and pure delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair, distant land!-could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions know-
Realms ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 0 may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Bear ev'ry thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

1000* My Father's house.

1TH

THERE is a place of sacred rest,
Far, far beyond the skies,

Where beauty smiles eternally,
And pleasure never dies;—

C. M.

My Father's house, my heavenly home,
Where "many mansions" stand,
Prepar'd, by hands divine, for all
Who seek the better land.

2 When toss'd upon the waves of life,
With fear on ev'ry side,-

When fiercely howls the gath'ring storm,
And foams the angry tide,-