Reunion of Friends in Heaven.
1 Ir 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 mountain-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.
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 wälls 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.
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.
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?
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.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.
5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove- Those gloomy doubts that rise- And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes:
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er;
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
1 WHAT must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, Since the sweet earnest of his love O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains! No heart can think, no tongue explain, What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight, When sorrow pains our hearts 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! 3 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.
The Hope of Heaven our Support in Trials.
1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all-
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Looking forward to Judgment.
1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought:
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear!
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