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When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our heart no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light,
And all His works of grace explore!
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!

Well, He has fixed the happy day
When the last tears will wet our eyes,
And God shall wipe those tears away,
And fill us with divine surprise
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And feel His infinite embrace!

This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,

And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

Swain.

Who shall ascend to the holy place?

HO shall ascend to the holy place,

And stand on the holy hill?

Who shall the boundless realms of space

With shouts of rapture thrill?

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth!

The servants of the Lord are they, pure in heart and hand,

The

For whom the eternal bars give way,

The eternal gates expand!

Hallelujah! &c.

Not to the noble, not to the strong,
To the wealthy, or the wise,
Is given a part in that angel-song,
That music of the skies;

Hallelujah! &c.

But those who, in humble and holy fear,
With child-like faith and love,

Have served the Lord as their Master here,
Shall praise their Lord above.

Hallelujah! &c.

And chiefly those who in youth to Him
Their morn of life have given,
With Cherubim and Seraphim,

And all the host of heaven,

Hallelujah! &c.

Shall stand in robes of purest white;
And to the Lamb shall raise

The song that rests not day or night,

The eternity of praise!

Hallelujah! &c.

Hankinson.

The City of our God.

LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!

He, whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode:
On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's wall surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

See! the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove :

Who can faint while such a river

Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near;
Thus deriving from their banner,
Light by night and shade by day,
Safe they feed upon the manna

Which He gives them when they pray.

Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Washed in the Redeemer's blood!

Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God: 'Tis his love his people raises,

Over self to reign as kings;

And, as priests, his solemn praises
Each for a thank-offering brings.

Saviour, if of Zion's city

I through grace a member am;
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name:
Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure,
None but Zion's children know.

Newton.

Bought with a price.

AVIOUR of men, and Lord of love,

How sweet Thy gracious name!

With joy that errand we review
On which Thy mercy came.

While all Thy own angelic bands
Stood waiting on the wing,
Charmed with the honour to obey
The word of such a King,-

For us, mean, wretched, sinful men,
Thou laidst that glory by,

First in our mortal flesh to serve,
Then in that flesh to die,

Bought with Thy service and Thy blood,
We doubly, Lord, are Thine;

To Thee our lives we would devote,

To Thee our death resign.

Doddridge.

He had not where to lay his head.

IRDS have their quiet nest,

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed; All creatures have their rest,

But Jesus had not where to lay His head.

Winds have their hour of calm,

And waves, to slumber on the voiceless deep: Eve hath its breath of balm,

To hush all senses and all sounds to sleep.

The wild deer hath his lair,

The homeward flocks the shelter of their shed; All have their rest from care,—

But Jesus had not where to lay His head.

And yet He came to give

The weary and the heavy-laden rest;

To bid the sinner live,

And soothe my griefs to slumber on His breast.

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