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My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants)
In my Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer out my three-score years,
Till my Deliverer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 Surely he will not long delay:
I hear his Spirit cry,

"Arise, my love, make haste away!
Go, get thee up, and die.

O'er death, who now has lost his sting,
I give thee victory ;
And with me my reward I bring,
I bring my heaven for thee.'

4 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes

Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise ;

They flourish in perpetual bloom,
Fruit every month they give;
And to the healing leaves who come
Eternally shall live.

5 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who reap the pleasures there;
They all are robed in purest white,
And conquering palms they bear:

C. M.

Adorned by their Redeemer's grace,
They close pursue the Lamb 6;
And every shining front displays
The unutterable name..

6 They drink the vivifying stream,
They pluck the ambrosial fruit,
And each records the praise of him
Who tuned his golden lute:

At once they strike the harmonious wire,
And hymn the great Three-One:
He hears he smiles; and all the choir
Fall down before his throne.

7 0 what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet!


Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:

I come, to find them all again
In that eternal day.

"Of whom the whole family in heaven and
earth is named."-Ephes. iii. 15.


YOME, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise:

Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.

2 One family we dwell in him,
One church, above, beneath,


Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death:
One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of his host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.

3 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:
His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.

4 Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see,

And eager long for our release,
And full felicity:

Even now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before;
And greet the blood-sprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

5 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound.

O that we now might grasp our Guide!
O that the word were given!

Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide, And land us all in heaven!






C. M.


THE Lord of Sabbath let us praise,
In concert with the blest,

Who, joyful, in harmonious lays,
Employ an endless rest.

Thus, Lord, while we remember thee,
We blest and pious grow;

By hymns of praise we learn to be
Triumphant here below.

2 On this glad day a brighter scene
Of glory was displayed,


By God, the eternal Word, than when
This universe was made.

HE RISES, who mankind has bought
With grief and pain extreme:


'Twas great to speak a world from`nought; 'Twas greater to redeem!


Sabbaths a sign. Exod. xxxi. 13.


EAR is the day which God hath made,
Signal of peace to earth displayed;
Its light the rainbow of the seven,
Its atmosphere the air of heaven.

2 The gay who rest nor worship prize,
Jehovah's changeless sign despise ;
Still stand it to our eyes alone
With claims and blessings all its own.

3 The suffering scarce, alas! can know
This from the other days of woe
May we the worth of Sabbaths learn
Before we suffer in our turn!

4 The blest no sun save Jesus see,
No Sabbath save eternity;

May our brief Sabbaths melt away
In the clear light of endless day!

5 Lord of the Sabbath, 'tis thy will

These hours to hallow; bless them still,
Send down thy Spirit's sevenfold powers,
And make thy rest and gladness ours.


"The Son of Man is Lord even of 2-6s & 4-78.

the Sabbath."-Matt. xii. 8.

1 CAVIOUR, thy sacred day
Is subject to thy sway,

Made thy pleasure to fulfil;
Thou, the Son of man, alone
Canst, according to thy will,
Abrogate or change thine own.

2 Thy love the day designed
A blessing to mankind;
But thy more abundant grace,
Gospel grace unsearchable,
Bade the Jewish feast give place,
Fixed the Christian festival.

3 Lord of the hallowed day,
Once more thy power display;
Now returning from above

Change it to that heavenly feast,
Sabbath of celestial love,

Sabbath of eternal rest.

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