3. Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before His throne;

Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the holy One.

4. The unvailed glories of His face
Among His saints reside;

While the rich treasure of His grace
Sees all their wants supplied.

5. Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;

The fruit of life's immortal trec
Shall be their sweet repast.

6. The Lamb shall lead His heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;

And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

1. THERE is a place of sacred rest,
Far, far beyond the skies,
Where beauty smiles eternally,
And pleasure never dies.

2. When tossed upon the waves of life,
With fear on every side-

WATTS.

When fiercely howls the gathering storm,
And foams the angry tide-

3. Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom,
Breaks forth the light of morn,

Bright beaming from my Father's house,
To cheer the soul forlorn.

4. The vision of that heavenly home,
Shall cheer the parting soul,

And o'er it, mounting to the skies,
A tide of rapture roll.

5. For there, adieus are sounds unknown,
Death frowns not on that scene,
But life and glorious beauty shine
Untroubled and serene.

1. ANSWER me, burning stars of night!
Where is the spirit gone,

That, past the reach of human sight,
E'en as a breeze hath flown?

2. O many-toned and chainless wind!
Thou art a wanderer free;
Tell me, if thou its place canst find,
Far over mount and sea ?

3. Ye clouds, that gorgeously repose
Around the setting sun,

Answer! have ye a home for those
Whose earthly race is run?

4. O speak, thou voice of God within!
Thou of the deep, low tone!
Answer me, through life's restless din,
Where is the spirit flown?

5. And the voice answers, "Be thou still;
Enough to know is given;

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Clouds, winds, and stars their part fulfill;
Thine is to trust in Heaven!"

C. M.

1. GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise

Within the vail, and see

HEMANS.

The saints above-how great their joys!
How bright their glories be!

2. Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3. I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

4. They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5. Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern given,

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While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

Doxology. C. M.

IN hope to join th' angelic host,
And all the ransomed throng,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
We raise the grateful song.

C. M.

1. YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2. And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brightest flames arrayed,

WATTS.

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

3. Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.

4. The Father of eternal light

Shall there His beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5. No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline

Amid those brighter skies.

6. There all the millions of His saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

DODDRIDGE.

1. 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-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

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

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4. But timorous mortals start and hrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5. Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes:-

6. 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.

WATTS.

1. OUR country is Immanuel's ground-
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2. Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;

Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.

3. The flowers that spring along the road
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o'er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look.

4. We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross He bore;

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And every thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.

C. M.

BARBAULD.

1. ARISE, my soul, fly up and run
Through every heavenly street;
And say there's naught below the sun
That's worthy of Thy feet.

2. There, on a high, majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns,

And sheds His glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.

3. Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon;

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

4. Amid those ever-shining skies
Behold the sacred Dove;

While banished sin and sorrows flies

From all the realms of love.