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-the Lord is there,

It shines with everlasting light.

5 O sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest; Had I the pinions of the dove,

I'd flee to thee, and be at rest.

6 But hush, my soul! nor dare repine;
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do His will be mine,
And His to fix my time of rest.

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ZION, when I think of thee,
I wish for pinions like a dove,
And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love.
2 An exile here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh;
Thither the ransom'd nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.

L. M.

3 While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends
Are like myself with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

4 But yet we shall behold the day

When Zion's children shall return,
Our sorrows then shall flee away,

And we shall never, never mourn.
5 The hope that such a day will come
Makes e'en the exile's portion sweet,
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

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C. M D.

this feeble fail,

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 Deliverer come,

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

3 Oh, 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 conq'ring palms they bear.

4 Oh, what are all my suff'rings here
If, Lord, Thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t' 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.

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N Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 Oh, the transporting, rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight.

3 There generous fruits, that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;

C. M

There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in His bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.




MATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign hand denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.

C. M.

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.


[UST Jesus bear the cross alone,

MUST the cross al

No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

The consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free,

C. M.

And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' piercéd feet,

Joyful I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.




Y Jesus, as Thou wilt!
Oh, may Thy will be mine!
Into thy hand of love

I would my all resign.
Through sorrow or through joy
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Though seen through many a tear,
Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear:
Since Thou on earth hast wept
And sorrow'd oft alone,
If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me:
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust with Thee:
Thus to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done!



HY way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by Thine own hand;
Choose out the path for me.

2 Smooth let it be, or rough,
It still will be the best;


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