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2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be,
Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns,
Nearer the crystal sea.

3 Nearer the bound of life

Where burdens are laid down,
Nearer leaving the cross of grief,
Nearer gaining the crown.

4 But lying dark between,

And winding through the night, Flows on the deep and unknown stream, That leads me to the light.

5 Jesus, perfect my trust,

Strengthen my hand of faith,

And be Thou near me when I stand
Upon the shore of death.

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'TIS sweet to rest in lively hope,
That when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home!

2 There shall my disimprison'd soul
Behold Him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more:

3 Shall see Him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, His merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

1 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear
The trumpet's quick'ning sound;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At His right hand be found.

5 These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me!
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee!

6 If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above,
In Jesus' presence know.

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10 Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up,

And waft me away to His throne.

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

All glory, dominion, and power

3 Dissolve Thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in Thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

1 When that happy era begins,

When array'd in Thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline-

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5 Oh, then shall the veil be removed!

Ánd round me Thy brightness be pour'd; I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, I shall see Whom unseen I adored. 6 And then, never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose.

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WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay
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 fetter'd by sin; Temptation without and corruption within: E'en 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 heaven, 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 anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

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THEY come, God's messengers of love,
They come from realms of peace above,
From homes of never-fading light,
From blissful mansions ever bright.

2 They come to watch around us here,
To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear;
And whisper to the willing heart,
"O Christian soul, in peace depart."

3 Blest Jesus, Thou whose groans and tears
Have sanctified frail nature's fears,
To earth in bitter sorrow weigh'd,
Thou didst not scorn Thine angels' aid:
4 An angel guard to us supply,
When on the bed of death we lie;
And by Thine own almighty power,
Oh, shield us in the last dread hour.

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THERE is an hour when I must part
From all I hold most dear;
And life, with its best hopes, will then
As nothingness appear.

2 There is an hour when I must sink
Beneath the stroke of death;

And yield to Him who gave it first,
My struggling vital breath.

3 There is an hour when I must stand
Before the judgment-seat;

And all my sins, and all my foes,
In awful vision meet.

4 There is an hour when I must look
On one Eternity;

And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.

5 O Saviour, then in all my need
Be near, be near to me!
And let my soul, by steadfast faith,
Find life and heaven in Thee.

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MY days are gliding swiftly by,

And I, a pilgrim stranger,

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Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger;

For now we stand on Jordan's strand
Our friends are passing over;

And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

2 Our absent King the watchword gave,
"Let every lamp be burning;
We look afar across the wave,
Our distant home discerning.
For now, etc.

3 Should coming days be dark and cold,
We will not yield to sorrow,

For hope will sing with courage bold,
"There's glory on the morrow."
For now, etc.

1 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each cord on earth to sever,
There-bright and joyous in the skies,
There is our home forever:

For now, etc.

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