ANON.

Jerusalem, my happy home.

Je

ru salem, my

When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearl - y
gates be
There happier bow'rs than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sor roW know;...
happy home, My soul still pants for thee;....

hold;....

Thy bul-warks with sal va- tion strong, And streets of shin- ing gold? A - men.
Blest seats, thro' rude and storm - y scenes I
Then shall my la bors have an end

bo

on

ward

press to

you.

When I

thy joys shall see.

Copyright, 1888, by S. A. Ward.

Safely, safely
safely gathered in.

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F. R. STATHAM (1844-).

1. A sleep in

ま

Jesus! bless-ed sleep, From which none ev er wakes to weep,

Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding.

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us.