3 O when, thou City of my God, Where congregations ne'er break up, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labors have an end When I thy joys shall see. Anon. (ascribed to J. Montgomery), Eckington Coll. (based on "F. B. P." in MSS. of 16th or 17th Cent.). 795 O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem ! When shall I come to thee? C. M. 81. When shall my sorrows have an end? O happy harbor of God's saints! 2 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, The King that sitteth on thy throne 3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant As nowhere else are seen. [flowers Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. 4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, D. Dickson. (Founded on "F. B. P." MSS. 16th or 17th Cent.) 796 8,6,8,8,6. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 2 There is a home for weary souls When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal bloom, 797 W. B. Tappan. THERE is a land of pure delight, C. M. 2 Bright fields beyond the swelling flood 3 But timorous mortals start and shrink 4 O could we make our doubts remove, 5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 798 I. Watts. 7,6,7,6,8,6,8,6. IN exile here we wander, The city of the angels, And here we toil, and strive, and fight, There God will give the sons of light 2 Through many sore temptations, But faith holds out the vision bright And hope assures that realm of light, 3 Jesus, our joy and gladness, And with Thy saints, in bright array, 4 There we, as children dwelling, There in our endless home shall rest From strife and sorrow free, And join the anthem of the blest 799 LIGHT'S abode, celestial Salem, W. Cooke. 8s, 7s. 61. Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy, Mansion of the highest King; 2 There forever and forever That within thy walls is stored. 3 There no cloud nor passing vapor 4 Oh, how glorious and resplendent, That shall last eternally! 5 Now with gladness, now with courage, Thou with brightness be arrayed. 800 Anon. (Latin, 15th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale. 10s. Он, what the joy and the glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessed ones see! Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blest. 2 What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? |