1 Come on, my partners in distress,
My comrades through this wilderness,
Who still your bodies feel:
Awhile forget your griefs and fears,
And look beyond this vale of tears,
To that celestial hill.

2 Who suffer with our Master here,
Shall soon before his face appear,
And by his side sit down;
To patient faith the prize is sure,
And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.

3 Thrice blessed, bliss-inspiring hope, It lifts the fainting spirit up,

It brings to life the dead;
Our conflicts here shall soon be past,
And you and I ascend at last,
To meet our living Head.

907

C. WESLEY.

1 O now, in age and grief, thy name
Doth still my languid heart inflame,
And bow my faltering knee :
O yet this bosom feels the fire;
This trembling hand and drooping lyre
Have yet a strain for thee!

910 AT HOME. L. M.

1 I see them on the fair, green lands That skirt the sands of time's bleak shore ; [bands,

At home, amid the the blood-washed To tread these rugged paths no more. 2 No more, 'mid toil and grief to weep; No more, 'mid sweat and tears to roam; No more to pine in dungeons deep

All dangers past, now safely home.

3 At home, where enemies come not,

From which no friend shall go away; At home, where death is all forgot, And night is lost in endless day.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise,
To dissipate the gloom of night.

4 There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode ;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.

912

D. T. TAYLOR.

911 1 There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught ;

2 A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more; And those long parted meet again.

1 When God descends with men to dwell, And all creation wakes anew,

What tongue can half the wonders tell? What eye the dazzling glory view?

Zion, the desolate, again

Shall see her lands with roses bloom; And Carmel's mount, and Sharon's plain, Shall yield their spices and perfume.

3 Celestial streams shall gently flow;
The wilderness shall joyful be,
Lilies on parched ground shall grow ;
And gladness spring on every tree.

4 The lame shall walk, the blind behold,
The deaf shall hear, the dumb shall sing,
The weak be strong, the fearful bold,
And joy through all the earth shall ring.