5. "His own kind hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself, shall die."

6. How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

1. AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;

My soul shall quit this 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 Deliverer come,

And wipe away His servant's tears,
And take His exile home.

3. O what hath Jesus bought for me?
Before my ravished eye,
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 conquering palms they bear.

4. O, what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at Thy feet!

WATTS.

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Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;

But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

C. WESLEY.

C. M.

1. THERE is a state unknown, unseen,
Where parted souls must be;
And but a step doth lie between
That world of souls and me.

2. I see no light, I hear no sound,
When midnight shades are spread;
Yet angels pitch their tents around
And guard my quiet bed.

3. The things unseen, O God, reveal;
My spirit's vision clear,

Till I shall feel, and see, and know,
That those I love are near.

4. Impart the faith that soars on high,
Beyond this earthly strife;

That holds sweet converse with the sky,
And lives eternal life.

J. TAYLOR.

1. YE weary, heavy-laden souls,

Who are oppressed sore,

Ye travelers through the wilderness,
To Canaan's peaceful shore;
Through chilling winds, and beating rain,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold!

2. For Canaan's land is just before,
Sweet spring is coming on,

A few more beating winds and rains,
And winter will be gone.

Methinks I now begin to see
The borders of that land;

The trees of life, with heavenly fruit,
In beauteous order stand.

3. O what a glorious sight appears
To my believing eyes;
Methinks I see Jerusalem,
A city in the skies:

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Bright angels whispering me away-
"O come, my brother, come!"
And I am willing to be gone
To my eternal home.

C. M.

1. Soon in the grave my flesh shall rest,
My soul from earth remove,

And in the Saviour's glory dressed,
Shall reach the home I love.

2. My friends-the whole celestial choir;
My every feeling-joy;
To honor God-my one desire;
His praise-my one employ.

3. Nor would I wait till angel-host
Shall teach their song to raise:
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
I'll here begin my praise.

4. Now to our God, the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit, sing!

With praise to God, the Three in One,
Let all creation ring!

Doxology. C. M.

IN hope to join th' angelic host,
And all the ransomed throng,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
We raise the grateful song.

1. O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2. O happy harbor of God's saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
3. No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun;
For God himself gives light.

4. Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond-square,
Thy gates are all of orient pearl—
O God! if I were there!

5. O my sweet home, Jerusalem!
Thy joys when shall I see?-
The king that sitteth on thy throne
In His felicity?

6. Thy gardens, and thy goodly walks
Continually are green,

Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As no where else are seen.

7. Right through thy streets with pleasing sound
The flood of life doth flow,

And on the banks, on either side,

The trees of life do grow.

8. Those trees cach month yield ripened fruit;
For evermore they spring,

And all the nations of the earth
To thee their honors bring.

9. O mother dear, Jerusalem!

When shall I come to thee!

When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

QUARLES.

1. Lo! I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of heaven appears;
The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

2. I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make Him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground!

3. I hear the voice-" Ye dead, arise!"
And lo! the graves obey;

And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th expected day.

4. They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air;

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore Him there.

5. O may our humble spirits stand
Among them clothed in white!
The meanest place at His right hand
Is infinite delight.

6. How will our joy and wonder rise,

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When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward, through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!

C. M.

WATTS.

1. THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine, Whence all their white array?

How came they to the happy seats

Of everlasting day?

2. From torturing pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode,

And strangely washed their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.