I JERUSALEM the golden,
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest:
I know not, oh, I know not
What social joys are there;
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.
2 They stand, those halls of Zion, Conjubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them;
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph,
The shout of them that feast; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.
4 O sweet and blesséd country,
Shall I e'er see thy face?
O sweet and blesséd country,
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
Exult, O dust and ashes!
The Lord shall be thy part,
His only, His for ever,
Thou shalt be and thou art!.
PARADISE. 8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6.
I O PARADISE! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest :
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!
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near:
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
3 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore:
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.
4 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I greatly long to see
The special place, my dearest Lord
Is destining for me:
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
5 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I feel 't will not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear
Faint fragments of thy song!
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
I WE are on our journey home,
Where Christ our Lord is gone;
We shall meet around His throne,
When He makes His people one
: In the new || Jerusalem.
2 We can see that distant home,
Though clouds rise dark between ;
Faith views the radiant dome,
And a lustre flashes keen
From the new :|| Jerusalem.
3 O glory shining far
From the never-setting Sun!
O trembling morning-star!
Our journey's almost done
To the new || Jerusalem.
4 O holy, heavenly Home!
O rest eternal there!
When shall the exiles come
Where they cease from earthly care
In the new || Jerusalem.
5 Our hearts are breaking now
Those mansions fair to see;
O Lord, Thy heavéns bow,
And raise us up with Thee,
To the new || Jerusalem.
I AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Wake and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who, all night long, unwearied sing
High praise to the Eternal King.
3 Glory to Thee who safe hast kept,
And hast refreshed me whilst I slept! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake! 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew;
And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines.
3 Oh, like the sun may I fulfil
The appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind and active will,
March on and keep my heavenly way.
4 But I shall rove, and lose the race,
If God my Sun should disappear,
And leave me in this world's wide maze,
To follow every wandering star.
5 Give me Thy counsel for my guide,
And then receive me to Thy bliss:
All my desires and hopes beside
Are faint and cold compared with this.
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I LORD God of morning and of night,
We thank Thee for Thy gift of light:
As in the dawn the shadows fly,
We seem to find Thee now more nigh.
2 Fresh hopes have wakened in our hearts,
Fresh energy to do our parts; [store,
Thy thousand sleeps our strength re-
A thousand-fold to serve Thee more.
3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue,
Oft what we would we cannot do;
The sun may stand in zenith skies,
But on the soul thick midnight lies.
4 O Lord of lights! 't is Thou alone Canst make our darkened hearts Thine own;
Though this new day with joy we see, O Dawn of God, we cry for Thee! 5 Praise God, our Maker and our Friend! Praise Him through time, till time shall end!
Till psalm and song His Name adore Through Heaven's great day of Evermore!
I IN sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I safely passed the silent night;
Again I see the breaking shade,
I drink again the morning light.
2 New-born, I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be;
My conscious soul resumes her power,
And springs, my guardian God, to Thee!
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