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At home in Heaven.

OR ever with the Lord!"

Amen; so let it be;

Life from the dead is in that word
'Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's far-seeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!

Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints
Jerusalem above.

Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect flies,

Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease,

While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart,
Expands the bow of peace.

Beneath its glowing arch,
Along the hallowed ground,
I see cherubic armies march,
A camp of fire around.

I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.

Then, then I feel that He,
(Remembered or forgot,)

The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

In darkness as in light,

Hidden alike from view,

I sleep, I wake, as in His sight
Who looks all nature through.

All that I am, have been,

All that I yet may be,

He sees at once, as He hath seen,
And shall for ever see.

How can I meet His eyes?

Mine on the cross I cast,

And own my life a Saviour's prize, Mercy from first to last.

"For ever with the Lord!” Father if 'tis Thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,

E'en here to me fulfil.

Be Thou at my right hand,

Then can I never fail;

Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand,
Fight, and I must prevail.

So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord."

Then, though the soul enjoy
Communion high and sweet,
While worms this body must destroy,
Both shall in glory meet.

The trump of final doom

Will speak the self-same word,

And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb,

"For ever with the Lord."

The tomb shall echo deep

That death-awakening sound;

The saints shall hear it in their sleep,

And answer from the ground.

Then, upward as they fly,

That resurrection-word

Shall be their shout of victory,

"For ever with the Lord!"

That resurrection-word,
That shout of victory,

"For ever with the Lord!"

Once more,

Amen, so let it be !

Montgomery.

His Servants shall serve him.

E seek that land whose light e'en now, Though dimmed and far, is all our gladness,

Whose peace, the rest from care and woe,
Whose love, our joy in sadness.

There day and night Thy happy saints,
In ceaseless work, find rest unending,
Where in Thy strength theirs never faints,
Where tears are dried, and hushed complaints,
All in one worship bending.

The service here we strive to pay

By weakness marred, by darkness clouded, Strong in Thy strength, bright with Thy day, We there shall offer perfectly,

In light and love unshrouded.

Our hearts, whose love has taught them this,
Their wants to feel, their own unmeetness,
Shall learn in that ne'er ending bliss,
To rise towards Thine own perfectness,
Thine infinite completeness.

The

songs, here drowned in the moan

Of earth's unrest, which ceaseth never,
Shall rise in strains of joy unknown,
To Him who sitteth on the throne,
And to the Lamb for ever.

And for our feet, to earth which cling,
Feeble and slow, too oft unwilling,
Thou there shalt give an angel's wing
To serve, as angels do, our king,
Thy high behests fulfilling.

So let us strive, with earnest soul,

Thy work to do, though small the measure, Knowing it part of one great whole,

All tending to our highest goal,

Thy perfect will and pleasure.

F. L.

And they shall see his face.

HAT must it be to dwell above,
PAt God's right hand where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of His love
O'erwhelms us on these dreary plains!
No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.

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