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2 While he surveys the much-loved spot,

He slights the space that lies between;
His past fatigues are now forgot,

Because his journey's end is seen: 3 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views,

By faith, his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,

And wings his speed to reach the prize. 4 The thought of home his spirit cheers;

No more he grieves for troubles past,
Nor any future trial fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.
5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell

With Jesus in the realms of day;
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,

And God shall wipe my tears away. 6 Father ! on thee our hope depends,

To lead us on to thine abode :
Assured our home will make amends
For all our toil when on the road.

469, L. M. MONTGOMERY.

Preparation for Heaven.
1 HEAVEN is a place of rest from sin,

But all who hope to enter there,
Must here that holy course begin,

Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 2 Clean hearts, O God, in iis create,

Right spirits, Lord, in uis renew;
Commence we now that higher state,
Now do thy will as angels do.

3 In Jesus' footsteps may we tread,

Learn every lesson of his love;
And be from grace to glory led,
From heaven below to heaven above.

470. C. M. MRS. STEELE.

Immortal Joys. 1 How long shall earth's alluring toys Detain

our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the skies?
2 These transient scenes will soon decay;

They fade upon the sight:
And quickly will their brightest day

Be lost in endless night.
3 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above earth's gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades !
4 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,

Unconscious of decay.
5 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim; With one reviving ray of thine

Our languid hearts inflame. 6 Then shall on faith's sublimest wing

Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring

Immortal in the skies.

471. C. P. M. C. WESLEY.

Reunion of Friends in Heaven.
1 IF death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,

Or frown my tears to see:
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress,

For them that rest in thee.
2 I feel a strong immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up,

Beneath its inountain-load : Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my friend again,

Within the arms of God. 3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing shall restore,

Which death hath snatched away; For me thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend,

In that eternal day.

C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.

The heavenly Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home!

Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end

In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold ?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?

3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?

Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,

Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem! my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

473. C. M. WATTS.

Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Nor

eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known
What joys the Father has prepared

For those that love his Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord

Reveals a heaven to come :
The beams of glory in his word

Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,

And all the region peace;
No wanton lips nor envious eye

Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates forever bar

Pollution, sin and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,

But followers of the Lamb.

474. L. M. WESLEY's Col.

Eternal Mansions.
1 Pass a few swiftly fleeting years,

And all that now in bodies live,
Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears,

Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all, before they hence remove,

May mansions for themselves prepare
In that eternal home above;
And, O my God! shall I be there?

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475. C. M.

The Promised Land.
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.

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