In the general ruin sure,

Storms and earthquakes it defies; Built immovably secure,

Built eternal in the skies.

4 High on Immanuel's land
We see the fabric stand:
From a tottering world remove
To our steadfast mansion there;
Our inheritance above

Cannot pass from heir to heir.

5 Those amaranthine bowers
(Unalienably ours)

Bloom, our infinite reward,
Rise, our permanent abode;
From the founded world prepared;
Purchased by the blood of God."

6 O might we quickly find

The place for us designed; See the long-expected day

Of our full redemption here; Let the shadows flee away,

Let the new-made world appear!

7 High on thy great white throne, O King of saints, come down!

In the new Jerusalem

Now triumphantly descend; Let the final trump proclaim Joys begun which ne'er shall end!

3 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures

mean

I neither have nor want.

4 I have no babes to hold me here;
But children more securely dear
For mine I humbly claim,
Better than daughters or than sons,
Temples divine of living stones,
Inscribed with Jesu's name.

5 No foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in this wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man,
I lodge awhile in tents below;
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.

6 Nothing on earth I call my own,
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I al their goods despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,
A country in the skies.

7 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.

8 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my neavenly rest;
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

And when I lay this body down,
Reward with an immortal crown.

2 Jesus, in thy great name I go
To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumbrous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death defies,
And reigns eternal in the skies.

No pain the inhabitants feel,

No sickness or sorrow shall prove ! Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive.

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pared,

Who conquer through their Saviour's might,

Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet, And gladly die their Lord to meet. 4 Dost thou desire to know and see What thy mysterious name shall be? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome; Till then, thou searchest out in vain What only conquest can explain.

I

LONG to behold Him arrayed
With glory and light from above,
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fixed his abode;
O when shall we meet in the air,

And fly to the mountain of God! 2 With him I on Zion shall stand,

(For Jesus hath spoken the word) The breadth of Immanuel's land

Survey by the light of my Lord; But when, on thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strengthened to see, My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens, in thee.

3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above!

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EADER of faithful souls, and guide
Of all that travel to the sky,
Come and with us, even us, abide,
Who would on thee alone rely,
On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place,
And hasten through the vale of woe;
And, restless to behold thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We have no abiding city here,

But seek a city out of sight;
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light,
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.
4 Patient the appointed race to run,

This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerusalem to find;
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the new Jerusalem.

5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne,

Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing.

6 Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renewed;

The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God,
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.

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72 SAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow To trample on my mortal foe; Conqueror of death with thee to rise, And claim my station in the skies, Fixed as the throne which ne'er can move,

A pillar in thy church above.

2 As beautiful as useful there,

May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally o'ercome,
Supporters of the heavenly dome;
Of perfect holiness possessed,
For ever in thy presence blessed.

3 Write upon me the name divine,
And let thy Father's nature shine,
His image visibly exprest,
His glory pouring from my breast,
O'er all my bright humanity,
For ever like the God I see!

4 Inscribing with the city's name,
The heavenly new Jerusalem,
To me the victor's title give,
Among thy glorious saints to live,
And all their happiness to know,
A citizen of heaven below.

5 When thou hadst all thy foes o'ercome,
Returning to thy glorious home,
Thou didst receive the full reward,
That I might share it with my Lord;
And thus thy own new name obtain,
And one with thee for ever reign.

WAY with our sorrow and fear! We soon shall recover our home, The city of saints shall appear, The day of eternity come:

From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.
2 Our mourning is all at an end,

When, raised by the life-giving word,
We see the new city descend,
Adorned as a bride for her Lord;
The city so holy and clean,
No sorrow can breathe in the air;
No gloom of affliction or sin,
No shadow of evil is there.

3 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here;
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear;
Immovably founded in grace,

She stands as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.

4 No need of the sun in that day,

Which never is followed by night, Where Jesus's beauties display

A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their light and their sun, And lo! by reflection they shine, With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine !

5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live,
They reign in the smile of their
Lord:

The flame of angelical love
Is kindled at Jesus's face;
And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze.

1

We have a house above,

Not made with mortal hands;
And firm, as our Redeemer's love,
That heavenly fabric stands."

2 It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure;

Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure:

O were we entered there,
To perfect heaven restored!
O were we all caught up to share
The triumph of our Lord!

3 For this in faith we call,
For this we weep and pray:
O might the tabernacle fall!
Ŏ might we 'scape away!
Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife,
And hasten to be swallowed up
Of everlasting life.

4 Absent, alas! from God,
We in the body mourn,

And pine to quit this mean abode,
And languish to return.
Jesus, regard our vows,
And change our faith to sight;

And clothe us with our nobler house
Of empyrean light!

5 O let us put on thee

In perfect holiness,

And rise prepared thy face to see,
Thy bright, unclouded face!
Thy grace with glory crown,
Who hast the earnest given,

And now triumphantly come down,
And take our souls to heaven!

Each before his Saviour stanàs,

All in milk-white robes arrayed,
Palms they carry in their hands,

Crowns of glory on their head.

2 Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong,

God, the glorious Saviour, praise:
All salvation from him came,

Him, who reigns enthroned on high:
Glory to the bleeding Lamb,
Let the morning stars reply.

3 Angel-powers the throne surround,
Next the saints in glory they;
Lulled with the transporting sound,
They their silent homage pay,
Prostrate on their face before
God and his Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore,
Shout the Lamb that died for all.

HAT are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light,

Nearest the eternal throne?

These are they that bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in his righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.

2 Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes by faith below,
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that washes white as snow:

Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night;
God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more; No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray, In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day.

4 He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their sorrows chase,

All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.

1 THE Church in her militant state Is weary, and cannot forbear;

The saints in an agony wait
To see him again in the air;
The Spirit invites, in the bride,

Her heavenly Lord to descend,
And place her, enthroned at his side,
In glory that never shall end.

2 The news of his coming I hear,
And join in the catholic cry,
O Jesus, in triumph appear,
Appear in the clouds of the sky!
Whom only I languish to love,
In fulness of majesty come,
And give me a mansion above,
And take to my heavenly home.

I thirst for the streams of thy grace,
I gasp for the Spirit of love,
I long for a glimpse of thy face,
And then to behold it above.

2 Thy call I exult to obey,

And come, in the spirit of prayer, Thy joy in that happiest day,

Thy kingdom of glory, to share; To drink the pure river of bliss, With life everlasting o'erflowed, Implunged in the crystal abyss, And lost in the ocean of God.

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To drink of his pleasures unknown,
The streams of immortal delight,
That flow from his heavenly throne.

2 As soon as in him we believe,
By faith of his Spirit we take;
And, freely forgiven, receive
The mercy for Jesus's sake;
We gain a pure drop of his love,
The life of eternity know,
Angelical happiness prove,

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And witness a heaven below.

(6.) DESCRIBING HELL.

C. M.

TERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,
Who may be saved-shall I—

Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin for ever die?

While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,
A blessing to receive;