We feel the resurrection near,—

Our life in Christ conceal'd-
And with his glorious presence here,
Our longing hearts are fill'd.

6 When he shall more of heaven bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go
To meet the God I love;

With rapt'rous awe on him I'll gaze,
Who died to set me free,

And sing and shout redeeming grace,
Through all eternity.

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120. C. M. Enlarged.

Desiring the promised land.
Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

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

O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!

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

2 There generous fruits, that never fail,

On trees immortal grow:

There rocks, and brooks, and hills, and vales,

With milk and honey flow:

O'er all those wide-extended

Shines one eternal day;

plains

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

3 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:
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?

4 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul
Can here nonger stay;

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

With joy exchange all earthly things,
For God's eternal love :

Ye angel bands, expand your wings,
And bear my soul above!

JE

121. C. M. Anon.

The Christian's Home.

ERUSALEM! my happy home,
O how I long for thee!

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

2 Thy walls are all of precious stones,
Most glorious to behold?

Thy gates are richly set with pearls,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant green,
My study long have been;
Such sparkling light, by human sight,
Has never yet been seen.

4 Jerusalem!-my gracious Lord!-
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly 'tis that I should dread
To die and go from hence!

5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace, And cause me to ascend

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my love, to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see;

And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.

7 My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care,
And if I here no more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.

8 There we shall meet, no more to part,
And heaven shall ring with praise;
While Jesus' love, in every heart,
Shall tune the song free grace.

9 Millions of years around shall run,
Our song shall still go on,

To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, Three in One.

The prospect of Heaven is delightful.
WEET rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eyes;

Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers rise;
I'd rise superior to my pain;
With joy outstrip the wind,
And cross bold Jordan's stormy main,
And leave the world behind.

2 While I'm imprison'd here below,
In anguish, pain, and smart,
Oft-times my troubles I forego,
While love surrounds my heart:
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky,-
I then behold my heart's delight,
And could rejoice to die.

3 I view the monster death, and smile,
For he has lost his sting;
And satan trembles all the while,
Triumphant I can sing:

I hold my Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms,
No other good I know

4 A few more days or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er;

And I shall join the heavenly host,
On Canaan's peaceful shore:

My happy soul shall drink and feast
On love's unbounded sea-
The glorious hope of endless rest,
Is pleasing news to me.

5 O come, my Saviour, come away,
And bear me through the sky;
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay,-
Make haste and bring it nigh!
I long to see thy beauteous face,
And in thy image shine-
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be for ever thine.

6 Then I shall tune my harp of gold,
To praise th' eternal King;
In ages that can ne'er be told,
I'll make his praises ring;
And hail the glorious Son of God,
Who died on Calvary,

And sav'd us by his precious blood,
From endless misery!

7 Ten thousand thousand join in one,
To praise th' eternal Three;

Prostrate before his throne they fall,
In deep humility;

Then rise and tune their harps of gold,
And sweep th' immortal lyre,

In ages that can ne'er be told,

They'll raise his praises higher.

123. 11's. Allered.

The dying Christian in a happy frame.

My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue;

Could I meet with bright angels, I'd sing them a song,

I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charms, And beg them to bear me to his loving arms. 2 O Jesus! sweet Jesus! thou balm of my soul, "Twas thou, my dear Saviour, that made my heart whole;

O bring me to view thee, thou precious sweet King: In oceans of glory thy praises to sing.

3 A glimpse of bright glory o'erpowers my soul, I sink in sweet visions to view the bright goal, My soul, while I m singing, is leaping to go,This moment, for Jesus I'd leave all below. 4 Farewell, my dear brethren; my Lord bids me come, Farewell to all sorrow, I'm now going home:

Tho' worms my poor body may claim as their prey, "Twill outshine, when rising, the sun at noon-day. 5 The sun shall be darken'd-the moon turn'd to blood, The mountains all melt at the presence of God: Amid vivid lightnings, and thunder's loud roar, We'll ascend to sweet Jesus, to praise evermore.

CONTENTMENT.

124. 11's. Altered.

Master, it is good to be here! Mark ix. 5.

ETIR'D from man,

in some lonely recess,

RT converse with God in the duty of prayer;

With fervent devotion his throne I address, And feel it is pleasant, indeed, to be here! 2 The Bible I open, my duty to learn,

And hear the blest volume his glory declare,Tis Jesus can make my heart in me to burn, And fill me with rapture-'tis good to be here! 3 With brothers and sisters in Christ I unite, And often with singing to Salem repair; His worship affords me substantial delight; How precious the season!-'tis good to be here! 4 When some sore affliction deprives me of rest, And Satan's temptations exhibit despair; If then with the smile of my God I am blest, "Tis sweet conversation-'tis good to be here!

5 When some Christian brother, whose heart burns with love,

By sweet consolation dispels gloomy fear,