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Continued.—God shall wipe away all tears.
WHAT a mighty change

Shall Jesus' suff'rers know,
While o'er the happy plains they range,

Incapable of wo!
No ill-requited love

Shall there. our spirits wound: No base ingratitude above,

No sin in heaven is found. 2 There all our griefs are spent :

There all our sorrows end : We cannot there the fall lament

Of a departed friend;
A brother dead to God,

By sin, alas! undone :
No father there, in passion loud,

Cries,—0, my son! my son ! 3 No slightest touch of pain,

Nor sorrow's least alloy, Can violate our rest, or stain

Our purity of joy :
In that eternal day

No clouds of tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away

Forever from our eyes. 956

C. M.
Communion with saints in heaven.
IOME, let us join our friends above,

That have obtain'd the prize ;
And on the eagle wings of love

To joys celestial rise.
2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing,

With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,

In earth and heaven, are one.

COM

3 One family we dwell in Him,

One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream, of death. 4 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow; Part of his host have cross'd the flood,

And part are crossing now.
5 Ten thousand to their endless home

This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,

And we expect to die.
6 His militant embodied host,

With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast,

And reach the heavenly land.

O'M

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C. M.
Continued.-Full felicity.
UR old companions in distress

We
And eager long for our release,

And full felicity. 2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands

With those that went before ; And greet the blood-besprinkled bands

On the eternal shore. 3 Our spirits too shall quickly join,

Like theirs with glory crown'd, And shout to see our Captain's sign,

To hear his trumpet sound. 4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide:

And, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,

And land us safe in heaven.

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C. M.

The prospect joyous.

And let it faint or die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,

And soar to worlds on high :
Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought rest,That only bliss for which it pants,

In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown

I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my threescore years,

Till my Deliv'rer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.

3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me !

Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see, ,

And trees of Paradise :
I see a world of spirits bright,

Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,

And conqu’ring palms they bear.

4 O what are all my suff'rings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,

And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away,
But let me find them all again

In that eternal day.

BEWO!

LAYING A CORNER-STONE. 959

C. M.
The sure Foundation.
EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone

Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,

And his eternal praise.
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

We now adore thy Name;
We trust our whole salvation here,

Nor can we suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,

Reject it with disdain ;
Yet on this Rock the church shall rest,

And envy rage in vain. 4 What though the gates of hell withstood,

Yet must this building rise ; 'Tis thine own work, almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes. 960 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76.

The living Name.

,

The true Foundation-stone, And with those a cov’nant made

Who build on that alone : Hear us, Architect divine !

Great Builder of thy church below! Now upon thy servants shine,

Who seek thy praise to show. 2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills

Thy mighty hand sustains; Heaven thy awful presence fills ;

O’er all thy glory reigns :

Yet the place of all prepared,

By regal David's favour'd son, Thy peculiar blessing shared,

And stood thy chosen throne.
3 We, like Jesse's son, would raise

A temple to the Lord;
Sound throughout its courts his praise,

His saying Name record;
Dedicate a house to Him

Who once, in mortal weakness shrined, Sorrow'd, suffer'd, to redeem,

To rescue, all mankind. 4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send

The consecrating flame;
Now in'majesty descend;

Inscribe the living Name:
That great Name by which we live,

Now write on this accepted stone;
Us into thy hands receive;

Our temple make thy throne.

W "",

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Seeking a tabernacle.
THEN to the

Those rapt'rous views of highest heaven,
All glorious though the visions were,
Yet he beheld no temple there.
2 The new Jerusalem on high
Hath one pervading sanctity;
No sin to mourn, no grief to mar,—
God and the Lamb its temple are.
3 But we, frail sojourners below,
The pilgrim-heirs of guilt and wo,
Must seek a tabernacle where
Our scatter'd souls may blend in prayer.