GREEK HYMN.

6, 5.

OJ-P-H-.

1047 In the conflict.

1 CHRISTIAN, dost thou see them,
On the holy ground,
How the powers of darkness
Rage thy steps around?
Christian, up and smite them,
Counting gain but loss;
In the strength that cometh
By the holy cross!

2 Christian, dost thou feel them,
How they work within,
Striving, tempting, luring,
Goading into sin?

Christian, never tremble;
Never be downcast;

Gird thee for the battle,

Watch, and pray, and fast!

3 Christian, dost thou hear them,

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How they speak thee fair?

Always fast and vigil? Always watch and prayer?" Christian, answer boldly: "While I breathe I pray!" Peace shall follow battle, Night shall end in day.

4 "Well I know thy trouble, O my servant true; Thou art very weary,

I was weary too;

But that toil shall make thee Some day all mine own,

And the end of sorrow

Shall be near my throne."

ANDREW OF CRETE. TR. BY J. M. NEALE.

[S. M. Tune, Vigil. Page 391.]

1048 The pilgrim's home.

1 WHILE through this world we roam, From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.

2 Thither his soul ascends,

Eternal joys to share;

There his adoring spirit bends,

While here he kneels in prayer.

3 His freed affections rise,
To fix on things above,
Where all his hope of glory lies,
Where all is perfect love.

4 There we our treasure place;
There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

5 Henceforth our converse be
With Christ before the throne;
Ere long we eye to eye shall see,
And know as we are known.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

[S. M. Tune, Vigil. Page 391.]

1049 No night in heaven.

1 THERE is no night in heaven;
In that blest world above
Work never can bring weariness,
For work itself is love.

2 There is no grief in heaven;
For life is one glad day,
And tears are of those former things
Which all have passed away.

3 There is no sin in heaven;
Behold that blessed throng,
All holy in their spotless robes,
All holy in their song.

4 There is no death in heaven;
For they who gain that shore
Have won their immortality,
And they can die no more.

FREDERICK D. HUNTINGTON.

VIGIL.

S. M.

ST. ALBAN'S TUNE BOOK.

1050 At home in heaven.
1 "FOREVER with the Lord!"
Amen, so let it be!

Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
3 "Forever with the Lord!"
Father, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfill.

4 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,

By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

5 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "Forever with the Lord!"

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

1051 The goodly land.

1 FAR from these scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of joy and pure delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair;

1 COME to the land of peace;
From shadows come away;
Where all the sounds of weeping cease,
And storms no more have sway.

2 Fear hath no dwelling here;
But pure repose and love

Breathe through the bright, celestial air The spirit of the dove.

3 Come to the bright and blest,
Gathered from every land;

For here thy soul shall find its rest
Amid the shining band.

4 In this divine abode

Change leaves no saddening trace; Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, Thy holy resting-place.

5 "Come to our peaceful home," The saints and angels say, "Forsake the world, no longer roam; O wanderer, come away!'

UNKNOWN.

How sweet to the soul is communion with saints!

To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,

And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory, at home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;

Though now my temptation like billows may foam,

All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,

O give me submission, and strength as my day;

In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace,

The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;

HAVERHILL. S. M.

Endue me with patience to wait at thy throne,

And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home.

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine;

No more as an exile in sorrow to pine; And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home.

DAVID DENHAM,

LOWELL MASON.

1055

Repose in heaven.

1 AND is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed,

Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find?

2 Is there a blissful home,

Where kindred minds shall meet, And live and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat?

3 Are there bright, happy fields,

Where naught that blooms shall die; Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields,

And healthful breezes sigh?

4 Are there celestial streams,

Where living waters glide,

With murmurs sweet as angel-dreams, And flowery banks beside?

5 Forever blessed they,

Whose joyful feet shall stand, While endless ages waste away, Amid that glorious land!

6 My soul would thither tend,

While toilsome years are given; Then let me, gracious God, ascend To sweet repose in heaven.

RAY PALMER.

1056 The house not made with hands. 1 We know, by faith we know,

If this vile house of clay,

This tabernacle, sink below,
In ruinous decay,-

2 We have a house above,

Not made with mortal hands;

And firm as our Redeemer's love
That heavenly fabric stands.
3 It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure:

Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure.

4 Full of immortal hope,

We urge the restless strife,

And hasten to be swallowed up
Of everlasting life.

5 Lord, let us put on thee
In perfect holiness,

And rise prepared thy face to see,
Thy bright, unclouded face.

6 Thy grace with glory crown,
Who hast the earnest given,
And then triumphantly come down,
And take our souls to heaven!

BERNARD.

7, 6.

JOSEPH P. HOLBROOK.

1 FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness,

And love, and life, and rest.

2 O one, O only mansion,
O paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction

Thy ransomed people raise.

8 With Jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emerald blaze; The sardius and the topaz

Unite in thee their rays;

Thine ageless walls are bonded
With amethyst unpriced;
Thy saints build up its fabric,

And the corner-stone is Christ.

4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean;
Thou hast no time, bright day:
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away:
Upon the Rock of ages
They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.

5 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.

BERNARD OF CLUNY. TR. BY J. M. NEALE.

Doxology.

To thee be praise forever,
Thou glorious King of kings!
Thy wondrous love and favor
Each ransomed spirit sings:
We'll celebrate thy glory,
With all thy saints above,
And shout the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.

UNKNOWN.