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PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.

HYMN 396. 8s. [273]

I LONG to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above,
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fix'd 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 reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthened to see;
My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens, in thée. 3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above!

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..

HYMN 397. C. M. [274]

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand drest in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

HYMN 398. 8s. [275]

AWAY 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, rais'd by the life-giving Word,
We see the new city descend,

Adorn'd 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 follow'd by night,
Where Jesus' 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' face;
And all the enjoyment above,
Consists in the rapturous gaze!
HYMN 399. S. M. [276]

We know, by faith we know,
If this vile house of clay,
This tabernacle sink below,
In ruinous decay,

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 enter'd there!'

To perfect heaven restor❜d!
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!
O might we 'scape away!

4 Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife;

And hasten to be swallow'd up
Of everlasting life.

HYMN 400. 8s. [277]

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, enthron'd 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!

HYMN 401. 7s. [278]

WHO are these array'd 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 Emmanuel God.

2 Out of great distress they came; Wash'd 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.

HYMN 402. C. M. [279]

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O the transporting, rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!

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

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow:

There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vale, With milk and honey flow.

4 O'er all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;

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

5 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.

6 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!

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