208. JERUSALEM, MY HAPPY HOME.

JERUSALEM, my happy home,

ever dear to me!

When shall my labors have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?

C. M.

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe?

Or feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

From FRANCIS A. BAKer. 1616.

ANON. 1801.

209.

I

THE ETERNAL GOODNESS.

LONG for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long;
But God hath led my dear ones on,

And he can do no wrong.

I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,

The bruised reed he will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.

No offering of my own I have,

Nor works my faith to prove :
I can but give the gifts he gave,
And plead his love for love.

And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;

No harm from him can come to me,
On ocean or on shore.

I know not where his islands lift

Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift

Beyond his love and care.

C. M.

JOHN G. WHIttier.

210.

ALL SAINTS.

OR all thy saints, O Lord,

FOR

Who strove in thee to live,

Who followed thee, obeyed, adored,

Our grateful hymn receive.

For all thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry,

Who counted thee their great reward,

And strove in thee to die.

They all in life and death,

With thee, their Lord, in view,
Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.

Thy mystic members, fit

To join thy saints above,

In one unmixed communion knit,

And fellowship of love.

For this, thy name we bless,

And humbly beg that we

May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in thee;

With them, the Father, Son,
And Holy Ghost to praise,
As in the ancient days was done,
And shall through endless days.

S. M.

RICHARD MANT.

2II.

ON WINGS SUBLIME.

L. M.

NOW

OW let our souls on wings sublime
Rise from the vanities of time,

Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.

Born by a new celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,

So near to heaven's eternal joys?

Shall aught beguile us on the road,
While we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets my longing soul at large;
Unbinds my chains, breaks up my cell;
And gives me with my God to dwell.

To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.

THOMAS GIBBONS.

Index of Authors.

ADAMS, MRS. SARAH FLOWER (1805-1849) .

ADDISON, JOSEPH (1672–1719)

AMBROSE, ST., d. 397.

HYMN

66

27, 28, 174, 176

I

Baker, Rev. Sir HENRY WILLIAMS, b. 1821

201

BAXTER, REV. RICHARD (1615-1691)

BERNARD, ST. (of Clairvaux) (1091-1153)

207

184

BROWN, MRS. PHOEBE HINSDALE (1783-1861)

BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN (1794-1878).

44

9

148

114

21, 24, 31, 34, 41, 70,

DESSLER, WOLFGANG CHRISTOPH (1660-1722)

DOANE, BP. GEORGE W. (1799-1859)

DODDRIDGE, REV. PHILIP (1702-1751)

82, 85, 104, 106, 120, 149, 158, 159, 162, 191, 198