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AZMON. C. M. Gläser. Arr. Mason.

WE seek a rest beyond the skies,

In everlasting day;

Through floods and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way.

2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,
Hear and obey his word;

Then let us triumph in his name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.

I PETER i. 8.

W. Cowper.

BF

A-men.

HESPERUS. 8s. D. French Air. L. W. B.

MY

Y Saviour, whom absent I love;
Whom, not having seen, I adore;
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion and power,
Dissolve thou the bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

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2 When that happy era begins
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more by my sins

The bosom on which I recline

O then shall the vail be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured;
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.

MY SONG AND CITY.

S. Crossman.

A-men.

CHRIST CHURCH, H. M.

C. Steggall.

I

ERUSALEM on high My song and city is,

JE

My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss;
O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with thee, To see thy face?

2 Thy walls, sweet city, thine, With pearls are garnishéd; Thy gates with praises shine, Thy streets with gold are spread;

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with thee, To see thy face?

3 There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to him sing, And lowly homage give:

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with thee, To see thy face?

4 Ah me, ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay! No place like that on high; Lord, thither guide my

way.

O happy place! When shall I be,

My God, with thee, To see thy face?

A-men,

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HOPE OF HEAVEN.

1. Watts.

ARLINGTON.

C. M. T. A. Arne.

I

WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:-
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

A-men.

WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay

I

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within :
Ev'n the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb;
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heavén, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:-

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

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REVELATION xxi. 3, 4.

Unknown Writer.

SWABIA. S. M.

German.

I

THE people of the Lord

Are on their way to heaven;

There they obtain their great reward;
The prize will there be given.

2 'Tis conflict here below;

'Tis triumph there, and peace: On earth we wrestle with the foe; In heaven our conflicts cease.

3 'Tis gloom and darkness here;
'Tis light and joy above;
There all is pure, and all is clear;
There all is peace and love.

406. CONTINUED.

SWABIA.

4 There rest shall follow toil,
And ease succeed to care:
The victors there divide the spoil:
They sing and triumph there.

5 Then let us joyful sing;
The conflict is not long:

We hope in heaven to praise our King
In one eternal song.

A-men.

PARADISE. 86,86; 66,66..

J. Barnby.

PARADISE, O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest?
CHORUS.-Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

2 O Paradise, O Paradise!

The world is growing old;

Who would not be at rest and free

Where love is never cold?-Chorus.