O happy place!

When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, To see Thy face?

No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night; Oh, no! these needless are— The Lamb's the city's light. O happy place!

When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, To see Thy face?

The Lamb's apostles there
I might with joy behold;
The harpers I might hear,
Harping on harps of gold.
O happy place!

When shall I be,

My God, with Thee, To see Thy face.

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“HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP.”

UN of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

When with dear friends sweet talk I hold,
And all the flowers of life unfold,

Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I Thee discern.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought-how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast!

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live ;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

Thou Framer of the light and dark,
Steer through the tempest thine own ark:
Amid the howling wintry sea,

We are in port if we have Thee.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned, to-day, the voice Divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store :
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infants' slumbers, pure and light.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take ;
Till in the ocean of Thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

"SERVANT OF GOD, WELL DONE!”

HOU, too, art gone to rest,

Where all the pious dead

In peace and patience wait the call
Of their exalted Head.

Thy battle scenes are o'er,

Thy palm of victory won;

And, hark! a Voice from heaven proclaims

"Servant of God, well done!"

Thy life was long and bright,

And crowned with deeds of love

I will not blaze them to the world,
For they are writ above.

The evening of thy day

Shed forth a golden beam;

'Twas full of faith, and hope, and love, And Jesus was the theme.

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On His all-powerful Arm

Thy parting spirit stayed,

Who has the keys of Death and Hell,

And will recall the dead.

There, there, in endless bliss,

To spend eternal years—

Released in full from this vain world
Of sins, and doubts, and fears.

For thou hast borne the heat
And burden of the day,

And the Chief Shepherd leads thee now
To Streams that ne'er decay.

There flowers immortal bloom,

To charm the ravished sight;

And Palms and Harps await for those
Who walk with Him in White.

For they shall sing the song

Of Moses, long foretold,

When they have passed those pearly gates,

And streets of burnished gold.

The glories of the Lamb,

Their rapturous strains shall raise—

Eternal ages shall record

His love, His power, His praise.

"SURELY I COME QUICKLY."

PER the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
Rise and sing, and watch and pray,-
'Tis thy Saviour,

On His bright returning way.

O Thou long expected, weary

Waits mine anxious soul for Thee; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where Thy light I do not see.

O my Saviour,

When wilt Thou return to me?

Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
Far away from Thee I pine;
When, oh, when shall I the gladness
Of Thy Spirit feel in mine?

O my Saviour,

When shall I be wholly Thine?

Nearer is my soul's salvation;

Spent the night, the day at hand;

Keep me in my lowly station,
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Saviour,

In Thy bright and promised land.