1. HAPPY the spirit released from its clay;
Happy the soul that goes bounding away;
Singing, as upward it hastes to the skies,
Victory! victory! homeward I rise.
Many the toils it has passed through below,
Many the seasons of trial and woe;
Many the doubtings it never should sing,
Victory! victory! thus on the wing.

2. How can we wish them recalled from their home, Longer in sorrowing exile to roam?

Safely they passed from their troubles beneath,
Victory! victory! shouting in death.

Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the skies,
Bids them in glorified body arise;

Singing, as upward they spring from the tomb,
Victory! victory! Jesus hath come.

1272.

C. M.

1. ON Jordan's rugged banks I stand,

eye

And cast a wishful
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2. O, the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3. O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There, God, the Son, forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4. No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

5. When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in His bosom rest?

6. Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Can here no longer stay;

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Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

C. M.

1. A STRANGER in the world below,
I calmly sojourn here;
Nor can its happiness or woe
Provoke my hope or fear;
Its evils in a moment end;
Its joys as soon are past;
But O, the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last!

2. To that Jerusalem above,
With singing I repair;

1274.

STENNETT.

While in the flesh, my hope and love,
My heart and soul, are there.

There my exalted Saviour stands,

My merciful High Priest;

And still extends His wounded hands
To take me to His breast.

C. M.

1. O THE delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,

C. WESLEY.

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o'erflowing grace!

2. Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on His brow;

And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

3. Archangels sound His lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honors down
Submissive at His feet. .

4. This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we, unseen, adore;

But when our eyes behold His face,
Our hearts shall love Him more.

5. And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;

1275.

And wish Thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To bear our souls away.

C. H. M.

WATTS.

1. HEAVEN is the land where troubles cease,
Where toils and tears are o'er;
The blissful clime of rest and peace,
Where cares distract no more;

And not a shadow of distress

Dims its unsullied blessedness.

2. Heaven is the place where Jesus dwells, And pleads His dying blood,

While to His prayers His Father gives

An unknown multitude

Whose harps and tongues, through endless days,
Shall crown His head with songs of praise.

3. Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy,

The home of light and love,
Where faith and hope in rapture die,
And ransomed souls above

Enjoy, before their Father's throne,
Bliss everlasting and unknown.

1. AROUND the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand;
Children, whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band.

2. What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair-

Where all is peace, and joy, and love?
How came those children there?

3. Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean!

4. On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;

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So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb.

C. M.

1. BRIGHT glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my wondering eyes-
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies!

2. All hail! ye fair, celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day!

A rich delight your prospect pours,
And drives my griefs away.

3. There's a delightful clearness now;
My clouds of doubt are gone;
Fled is my former darkness, too;
My fears are all withdrawn.

4. Short is the passage, short the space,
Between my home and me;
There, there behold the radiant place
How near the mansions be!

5. Immortal wonders! boundless things
In those dear worlds appear!

Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in those glories share.

VILLAGE HYMNS.

1. In silence of the voiceless night,

When, chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,
Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,

O God, but Thee?

2. And if there weigh upon my breast,
Vague memories of the day forgone,
Scarce knowing why, I fly to Thee,
And lay them down.

3. Or, if it be the gloom that comes,
In token of impending ill,

My bosom heeds not what it is
Since 't is Thy will.

4. For, O! in spite of constant care,
Or aught beside, how joyfully
I pass that solitary hour,

My God, with Thee!

5. More tranquil than the stilly night,
More peaceful than that voiceless hour,
Supremely blest, my bosom lies
Beneath Thy power.

6. For what on earth can I desire,
Of all it hath to offer me?

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Or whom in heaven do I seek,
O God, but Thee? ·

L. M.

1. THE dawn is sprinkling in the east
Its golden shower, as day flows in;
Fast mount the pointed shafts of light ;-
Farewell to darkness and to sin!

2. Away, ye midnight phantoms all!
Away, despondence and despair!
Whatever guilt the night has brought,
Now let it vanish into air.