Hymns on Heaven

Home , Heavenly Music, My Heaven

N H Y MN S O H E AV E N.

S E L E C T E D B Y

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G O U L D A N D L I N C L O N ,

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NE W Y ORK ! S E L D ON A ND C BI P Y H O A N .

E L INC NNATI G RGE . C I ! O S B ANCHARD.

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’ In the Cler k s Ofﬁce of the District Court for the Distr ict of Massach u setts . P R E F ﬁ C E .

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B e except omis sion s an d chang e of titles .

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A. C. T .

C ON T E N T S .

Wher e is Zﬁj rahm?

BEYOND THE RIVER ,

UP AB OVE, ABOVE THE SKIES HEAVEN OF HEAVENS

SOMETIMES SEEN ,

NOT VERY FAR ,

E VE RYWH E RE . NEAR,

What is 3622153 911 ?

I . B E T T HE TE R C OU N T R Y.

THE GOODLY LAN D

TH E LAN D OF . PROMISE ,

NO NIG HT S HALL B E IN H EA V EN ,

NO G RA V ES ARE THERE , WHERE IS NO MORE SE A

T HE B LIN D SEE WHERE , \VIIE RE T H E DEAF HEAR

OH A R B E . , PARADISE MUST F IRE , 2 N C O T E N T S .

THAN MORE BLEST EDEN ,

MY NATIVE LAND ,

MY AIN COUNTREE ,

I I . T HE H OL Y C I T Y.

THE CITY OF PEACE T HE HOLY JERUSALEM

CELESTIAL JERUSALEM ,

TH E NE W . JERUSALEM ,

THE OF JERUSALEM PROPHECY,

TH E OF CITY BLESSEDNESS ,

G Z LORIOUS ION ,

Z BEAUTIFUL ION ,

I I I . P F T HE LA C E O R E UN I ON.

MEET AGAIN ,

? SHALL WE MEET .

PLACE OF MEETING , B NOT LOST , UT GONE BEFORE , O SO N WITH THEE , UNITY OF SAINTS

HALLELUJAH ,

G AT HOME A AIN ,

RECOGNITION , MY DEAR COMPANION

BROTHER , WE SHALL MEET AND REST

WHY TH E ? SISTER , STARTS TEAR N T N C O E T S .

[Vi OU R R E S T.

THERE REMAINETH A REST , IN HEAVEN ALONE IS REST

PERFECT REST ,

I WOULD FLY AWAY ,

? WHEN SHALL I BE AT REST .

REST , SWEETLY REST ,

THE WEARY ARE AT REST ,

Who are in Zﬁeahm?

I . O U R G OD

WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE ?

G DWELLIN IN LIGHT ,

G G . IN THY LI HT SHALL WE SEE LI HT ,

GOD IN HIS TEMPLE ,

AND HIS THRONE TEMPLE ,

EN IS TH E OP STARRY HALL ,

R . I I . O U S A V I OU R

TH E GOOD SHEPHERD ,

UR O SHEPHERD ,

CHRIST ARISEN , .

CHRIST ASCENDED , .

B ! RIST MINDFUL , C ON T E N T S .

G G CHRIST THE KIN OF LORY ,

CHRIST THE STAR ,

CHRIST THE LIGHT ,

H R C IST ENTHRONED ,

C I HRIST THE K NG ,

JESUS ADORED , JESUS ‘ E ! TOLLED THE PRINCE OF PEACE

H . KING , HIG PRIEST , IMMANUEL ,

THE REDEEMER AND REDEEMED , THE SYMPATHI Z ING BROTHER

OUR FELLOW- SUFFERER

YES , FOR ME , FOR ME ,

I I . I H OL Y A N G E LS . CHERUBIM

H SONG OF THE C ERUBIM ,

AND ANGELS THE GLORIFIED ,

SINGING HALLELUJAH ,

WAITING UPON GOD , B ADORING THE LAM ,

WITNESSES FOR JESUS , SERVING THE REDEEMER

G GUARDIAN AN ELS ,

I N I I . L V S A T S G OR F I E D .

TH E OF T HE RANSOMED LORD , TH E CLOUD OF WITNESSES C ON T E N T S .

THE EMANCIPATED ,

THE CELESTIAL ARMY,

- B PALM EARERS , WHAT ARE THOSE !

THE FIRST MARTYR , . CHAMPIONS OF GOD

I V. OU R S A I N T E D F R E N D S .

OUR EARLY FRIENDS , OUR CHRISTIAN BROTHER

R . OUR KIND ED , OUR FRIEND YOUR FRIEND REJOI CING

THE MATRON ,

I ? WHERE IS MY FR END .

W IIO B ELIEVED AND LOVED ,

H SHE IS IN EAVEN , B MY HUS AND ,

NOT LOST ,

D M D I D VI . R E E E E C H L R E N.

THE ONE WANTED ,

B CIIRIST . THE LAM S OF , W HERE ARE THEY NOW ?

B B . SWEET A ES ,

MY CHILD SAFE ,

MY CIIILD PROMOTED , C ON T E N T S .

MY SON IN GLORY ,

MY OWN DEAR SON

AN GEL CHARLIE , OUR INFANT DAUGHTER

A B LAM FOLDED ,

What arr ﬂing £10 n in ﬁjeabm?

ADORING THE SAVIOUR , HARPING WITH THEIR HARPS

SERAPHS WITH ELEVATED STRAINS ,

! E TOLLING JESUS THE KING , SINGING ! WORTHY THE

! ! SINGING ALLELUIA ,

N G ! ! SI GIN HOLY , HOLY , HOLY,

D G A ORIN THE TRINITY ,

What is ﬂge Wag to Etieahm?

KNOW YE THE LAND AND THE WA Y?

? HOW CAN WE KNOW THE WAY .

WAY CHRIST THE ,

CHRIST THE WAY AND THE LIFE , .

G . FOLLOWIN CHRIST ,

ON . JESUS , STILL LEAD , C ON T E N T S .

G THROU H TRIALS ,

G 0 0 O 0 THROU H PERILS , O

A WA Y . JOYOUS ,

THE DROPPING DOWN RIVER ,

T H E B THROUGH ORDER LANDS ,

THE G ’ PIL RIM S PRAYER ,

what is it to g s to Emma ?

IT IS NOT DYING ,

G GO . LETTIN EARTH ,

G NOT RETURNIN , DEPARTING ,

RELEASE FROM PRISON ,

G TAKING WIN ,

ONWARD INTO LIGHT , B CLIM ING THE STAIR ,

PASSING THE GATE ,

- BIDDING GOOD NIGHT ,

BIDDING FAREWELL ,

To FLOATING GLORY ,

To SOARING GOD ,

’ THE MARTYR S TRIUMPH ,

SING WITH ME ,

SINGING HALLELUJAH ,

G A SMILIN INFANT ,

F To ROM HOVEL HEAVEN ,

G G G OIN INTO LI HT ,

! III 2* C ON T E N T S .

( Elba maids n ut g s to ﬁremen ?

I S P I T I N S F N. . A R A O A T E R HE A VE

LONGING FOR IMMORTALITY ,

ARDENT ASPIRATIONS , WHY TARRY HERE ?

C E COME , SA R D SONG ,

D C M ENRAPTURE ONTE PLATION ,

SALEM ESPIED ,

E J RUSALEM , THOU CITY FAIR AND HIGH ,

1 AM WEARY,

I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY , .

To G IN HASTE BE ONE ,

MY GO SOUL , BOLDLY FORTH ,

C DEATH WEL OMED ,

WORLD , FAREWELL ,

LET ME DEPART ,

I I . L ON GI N G T O B E I T J S U S W H E .

To OR TAKE ME UP THEE , MY REDEEMER LIVES

CHRIST MY ALL ,

LONGING FOR HIS VOICE , . CH THAT I HAD WINGS LIKE A DOVE ! I WANT TO BE TH ERE

TO BE WITH CHRIST FAR BETTER ,

W G HILE ON THE VER E OF LIFE I STAND ,

! IV C ON T E N T S .

L G E I ON TO BEHOLD HIM ARRAY D ,

G CHRIST THE LORY OF HEAVEN , R CH IST ALTOGETHER LOVELY ,

TO JESUS THE CROWN OF MY HOPE , WHEN WILL HE COME ’

L ? WHEN , ORD , OH WHEN SHALL WE WHEN SHALL THY LOVELY FACE BE SEEN ?

G THE DAY DAWNIN ,

G THE BRIDE ROOM COMETH , NOW THE PEARLY GATES UNFOLD

' Ziauin saw in ﬁmhm?

H OW LONG ?

WHEN COMES H IS HOUR? A LITTLE WHILE

A E LITTL LONGER ,

WHEN THOU WILT ,

E DAILY N ARER ,

WE NEARER THAN WHEN BELIEVED ,

A FEW MORE DAYS , N SOO HOME ,

215m33mmin Zﬁéeahm?

I . T I LL T H E R E S U R R E C T I ON

AND BURIAL RESURRECTION ,

NG AND NG SLEEPI AWAKI , C ON T E N T S .

R AISED IN GLORY , R RESU RECTION HAILED ,

G THE LORIOUS COMING , TH E EVENING WATCH E R NAISSANCE ,

REAPPEARING , . B THE DAY REAKETH , R AWA E , AWAKE ,

ASCEND , BELOVED ,

F R N D . I I . O E VE R A E VE R

A LIFE ETERN L ,

FOR EVERMORE ,

SOON AND FOREVER ,

EVER WITH THE LORD ,

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A clou d la cr adle d n e ar th e s ettin y g sun ,

A few mor e e ar s y shall roll ,

r mo u r n fu l Ah , h u sh n o w you

Ah W time W th o u ? , hat ilt come

A h mn y of glory let us sing , th e r e b v whi ch A light is a o e plainly shows ,

A little lo n e r — atien ce b elo ve d g still , p , , W A little hile , and every fear ,

e ve r lastin o Alleluia , sweetest music , voice of g j y, ’ All must die , there s no redemption ,

l sin an d s or r o w A lo n g far e we l to ,

An d dost thou , holy Shepherd , leave ,

A r r ayed i n semblance o f a sn o w

e ke f r n i Awak , awa , o g h t

A a ith o u r w y w so r r o w an d fe ar ,

A w e ar wan d er in s o u l am y , g I,

B e au ti fu l Z i on cit r n , y e own ed , B eyond the glittering starry

‘ Be o yond the hills where suns g down , B W eyond these chilling inds and gloomy skies , B eyond the Smiling and the weeping

0 0 o o o o o o o 0 0 0 0 . B r ic f life S o r ti n o 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 I h e r e o u r p o , B right cherubim and seraphim ,

B ar t u s rother , thou gone before , I ND E ! OF F I R S T LI NE S .

‘ i . Child , by God s sweet mercy g ven , C lear fount of light , my native land on high C ome , let us join our friends above ,

C L . ome , ord , my head doth burn , my heart is sick ,

C o f o ’ ome , sacred song , thy heaven j y spread o er me ,

D i eathless principle , ar se , ’ Death s b u t a path that must D D escend from heaven , immortal ove , Dim shadows gather thickly round D N own below the wild ovember whistling, D ropping down the troubled river ,

0 0 0 0 0 0 0

Far e we ll I o e , g to sleep , but Far from these narrow scenes of F ather , into thy loving hands , F L orever with the ord ,

Fr om o u t th is

God took thee in his mercy , Grieve n o t th at I di e young ;

Hail the day that H ail , thou once despised Jesus H L allelujah , ord our

H . ark , hark , the voice of ceaseless praise ,

H o th e an e ls as th e ﬂ ar k, h w g , y y,

H te n th ou san d ark , H i s ark , the trump of God sounding, ’ r H ead o i th e h o st s in g lo y, H ear what God the Lord hath

H e came a beauteous vision , .

He , . has gone to his God , he has gone to his home H ere may the band that now in triumph

H an el ch oi r s r ai sm igh the g are g ,

! V III

I ND E ! OF F I R S T LI NE S

N o graves are there ,

N0 - n night shall be in heaven , no gatheri g gloom ,

No , no , it is not dying ,

No sun shall g ild the blest abode ,

No t fr o m Je r u sale m alon c ,

No t in this weary world of ours ,

No w it b e lo n g s n o t t o my c ar e ,

Now le t ou r vo ice s n joi , No w th e p ear ly gates N ow the pilgrim , sad and weary ,

O ! c beauteous God uncircums ribed treasure , O C hrist , how good and fair , O ft weeping memory sits alone , O ’ h cling not , trembler , to life s fragile bark , o h could I pierce that deep abyss ' Oh for the wings of faith and love ! Oh had I wings like yonder bird ' Oh how blest are ye whose toils are ended O I h , hear them tell ofa canopy fair , O P h , aradise must fairer be , Oh the delights , the heavenly joys , ’ O . h think that while you re weeping here , 0 mother dear , Jerusalem , O ne and another pass they and are gone ,

O . pen is the starry hall , Our beloved have departed O a ur course is onw rd , onward into light , O ’ ur Jesus now at God s right hand , O ur Saviour shall descend again , O ye immortal throng ,

P alms of glory , raiment bright P W ? ure spirit , oh here art thou now

R . ejoice , all ye believers , R est , weary soul ,

Sad in prisoners a house ofclay ,

h o w can I Say , with lightsome feet , D I N E ! OF F I R S T LI NE S .

i Say , why should friendship gr eve for those ,

See the glorious cherubim , a Seraphs with elevated str ins , l I ’ Sha l e er again thy features trace ,

She is in heaven that thought alone , . ’ r Should nature s cha ms to please the eye , i ’ S nce o er thy footstool here below ,

L v Sing to the ord ; let harp and lute and oice , Sin we th e s o n o f th o s e wh o g g stand ,

Sing with me , sing with me , an d Sister friend , why starts the tear , .

Soon and forever , o u ’ Surely y heaven , where angels see God s face ,

Sweet babe , she glanced into our world to see ,

Sweet is the name of rest,

Ten th o u san d time s ten thousand sung ,

Th e b eau t o f m n ative y y land ,

Th e o f h a ier broken ties pp days ,

Th e earth , all light and Th e A God of braham praise , Th e holy Jerusalem , Th e T ’ - last sand from ime s hour glass ,

Th e ? loved and lost , why do we call them lost T here are refreshments sweeter far than sleep , T E here is a land like den fair ,

T m . here is a land i mortal ,

Th er e i s a land where beauty cannot fade ,

T . here walk the saved , yea , they who bore ,

Th e Shepherd by his passion , Th e x star is not e tinguished when it sets ,

T . hey are all gone into a world of light , T i hey see such admirable th ngs ,

’ T . hey were gathered early , earth s young and fair,

- T i . hou bright and star like sp rit ,

Th ou ’r t mine , yes , still thou art mine own , T hrough night to light , and though to mortal eyes , T ime is a river deep and wide , . " ‘ li s i i i s i dy ng l fe y elding place ,

! ! I I I ND E ! OF F I R S T L NE S .

’ ’ Tis Go d s d e cr e e th at all sh all d ie ,

’Ti s thus they press the hand and part ,

To J e s u s th e cr o wn o f my h op e ,

To me though neither voice nor sound ,

To thee , O dear, dear country ,

T wo worlds there are ; to one our eyes we strain ,

W e ep n o t fo r a b r oth e r d ece as e d , . What joy while thus I View the

W hen faith and love , which parted from thee never , W L hen , ord , oh when shall we ,

W sh all I b e m t r emb li n hen at rest , y g heart, When sh all th y lovely face be

Wh e n t em e sts l p toss and bi lows roll , W hen yonder glorious sky , Where are they now who used at morn to Where high the heavenly temple WVh er e the faded ﬂ ower shall W I hile on the verge of life stand , W h o are those before God ’s throne Wh y search ye in the narrow tomb ,

Y e angels who stand round the throne ,

Ye golden lamps of heaven , farewell ,

Ye happy souls , no longer

’ Ye wh oe e r for Ch r i st ar c s e ekin g ,

Ye s fo r me h e , for me ,

Ye s , there remaineth Yet s u ch th e destiny of all on

! ! II r m was as a s ,

WEEEE BIS EEMENE

ma t e nest Em h ﬁ .

D UB LI UNIV . MA G AZ I E N N .

IME is a river deep and wide

An d its while along banks we stray ,

’ We see our loved ones o er its tide

S m ou r . ail fro Sight away , away Where are they sped — they who re turn

No more to glad ou r longing eyes ? They ’ve passed from life’s contracted bourn

s To land unseen , unknown , that lie

Beyond the river .

’ Vi ma Tis hid from ew, but we y guess

How beautiful that realm must be ; 2 YMN S ON A N 4 H HE VE .

For gleamings of its loveliness ,

i a n ft s V o e . In sions gr ted , we e The very clouds that o ’er it throw t Their veil , unraised for mortal sigh , u With gold and p rple tintings glow, Reﬂected from the glorious light

Beyond the river .

An d so so ca gentle airs , sweet , lm , Steal sometimes from that Vi ewless sphere ;

T he b mourner feels their breath of alm, And soothed sorrow dr ies the tear ; And sometimes listening ear may gain Entrancing sound that hither ﬂoats The echo of the distant strain

h V t Of arps and oices , blending no es,

n Beyo d the river .

There are ou r loved ones in their rest !

’ ’ They ve crossed Time s river ; now no more b They heed the bu bles on its breast ,

Nor feel the storms that sweep its shore . t But there pure love can live , can las T hey look for us their home to share ;

When we , in turn , away have passed ,

r What joyful g eetings wait us there ,

Beyond the river . WHE R E IS HE A VE N ? 25

ha E}; S m.

U B LI U I V R S I T Y M A A I D N N E G Z N E .

DOWN below, the wild November whistling

’ of Through the beech s dome burning red , A n d the Autumn sprinkling penitential

’ on d Dust and ashes the chestnut s hea .

of a Down below , a pall iry purple

- Darkly hanging from the mountain side , And the sunset from his eyebrow starin g ’ f O er the long roll o the leaden tide .

ab Ve W di Up o , the tree ith leaf unfa ng

’ By the everlasting river s brink , And the se a of glass beyond whose margin

Never yet the su n was known to sink .

Down below the white wings of the sea-bird

Dashed across the furrows , dark with mould ,

l of F itting, like the memories our childhood , ld an d O . Through the trees , now waxen pale

Down below, imag inations quivering Thr ough ou r human spirits like the wmd i b d Thoughts that toss , l ke leaves a out the woo land ,

- HO e i sea . p , l ke birds , ﬂashed across the mind 26 H YMNS ON HE A VE N .

n o Up above , the host man can number,

In white robes , a palm in every hand , Each some work sublime forever working f In the spacious tracts o that great land .

Up above , the thoughts that know not anguish ,

Tender care , sweet love for us below,

Noble pity , free from anxious terror,

wi woe . Larger love , thout a touch of

sad Down below, a , mysterious music ,

on Wailing through the woods and the Shore , Burdened with a grand majestic secret

s That keeps weeping from us evermore .

en twi n eth Up above , a music that With eternal threads of golden sound The great poem of this strange existence m All whose wondrous eaning hath been found .

W Down below , the church , to hose poor window t Glory by the autumnal trees is len , d An a knot of worshippers in mourning,

n Missing some o e at the sacrament .

of Up above , the burst Hallelujah , An d (without the sacramental mist

u s Wrapped around like a sunlit halo! , f The great Vision of the face o Christ .

' H YMN S ON HE A VE N .

i n t ies g a s tbs Sk .

P H I LI P D O D D R I D G E .

YE l golden lamps of heaven , farewel , With all your feeble light ;

- i Farewell , thou ever chang ng moon ,

Pale empress of the night .

An d or b da thou , refulgent of y, In brighter ﬂames arrayed !

My soul , that springs beyond thy sphere ,

N0 more demands thine aid .

Ye stars are but the shining dust

m . diVin e Of y abode ,

of The pavement those heavenly courts ,

Where I shall reign with God .

The Father of eternal light Shall there hi s beams display ;

’ Nor shall on e moment s darkness mix

With that unvaried day .

N0 more the drops of piercing grief i Shall swell into m ne eyes , Nor the meridian su n decline

Amidst those brighter skies . WHE RE IS HE A VE N ? 29

There all the millions of his saints

Shall in one song unite , An d each the bliss of all shall View

With inﬁnite delight .

rams of g Emma.

P E R E D M U N D S E N S .

LOOK afﬁxe thou no further , but thine eye

On that bright shyn ie round still moving masse

of The house blessed God , which men call Skye ,

All sowed With g listr in g stars more thicke than

grasse ,

s s Whereof each other doth in brightness pas e ,

But those two most which , ruling night and day A ’ s een s . king and qu , the heavens empire sway

scen e And tell me then , what hast thou ever That to their b e au tie may compared bee ? Or c an the Sight that is most Sharpe and keen e

’ Endure their captain s ﬂaming head to se e ? HOW much lesse those much higher in degree ,

A nd so much fairer, and much more than these , As these are fairer than the land and seas ? 3=ll= N 30 H YMNS O HE A VE N .

For farre above those heavens which here we see Be others farre exceeding these in light ;

Not bounded , not corrupt , as these same bee , But inﬁnite in largenesss and in hight

s Unmoving, uncorrupt , and spotless bright ,

’ t illu min ate That need no sunne their spheres ,

But their own native light farre passing theirs .

And as these heavens still by degrees arize , ’ d Until they come to their ﬁrst Mover s boun ,

mi htie That in his g compasse doth comprize , And carrie all the rest with him around ;

e So those lik wise doe by degrees redound ,

And rise more faire , till they at last arrive

e . To the most faire , wh reto they all do strive

Faire is the heaven where happy soules have place

of felicitie In full enjoyment , Whence they doe still behold the glorious face Of the Divine Eternali Maie stie More faire is that where those Idees on hie

w adm r e d Enraunged be , hich Plato so y ,

in s r d And pure Intelligences from God py e . WHE R E IS H E A VEN ? 31

umtime S e s S a n .

B EYOND these chilli ng winds and gloomy

’ Beyond death s gloomy portal , There is a land where beauty never dies An d love becomes immortal

A land whose light is never dimmed by shade l Whose ﬁelds are ever verna ,

Where nothing beautiful can ever fade ,

But blooms for aye , eternal .

n ot We may know how sweet the balmy air , How bright and fair its ﬂowers

We may not hear the songs that echo there ,

Through those enchanted bowers .

’ The city s shining towers we may not see

ou r V With dim , earthly ision

ke For death , the silent warder , keeps the y

That Opes those gates elysian .

sk But sometimes , when adown the western y

The ﬁery sunset lingers ,

a Its golden g tes swing inward noiselessly ,

Unlocked by unseen ﬁngers . YHN S N 32 H O N HE A VE .

A n d while they stand a moment half ajar, Gleams from the inner glory l Stream brightly through the azure vau t afar,

An d half reveal the story .

0 land unknown 0 land of love divine ! t Father allwise , e ernal ,

u -w of e G ide , g uide these wandering, way orn feet min

Into those pastur es vernal .

s 33 a mg gi st .

. B A R H O N .

SURELY ’ , yon heaven , where angels see God s face , IS not so distant as we deem

’ From this low earth . Tis but a little space ,

The narrow crossing of a slender stream ;

’ n Tis but a veil which wi ds might blow aside . Ye s ; these are all that us of earth di vide i From the bright dwelling of the glor ﬁed ,

The Land Of which I dream .

These peaks are nearer heaven than earth below,

These hills ar e higher than they seem ;

‘ Tis not the clouds they touch , nor the soft brow

’ - Of the o er bending azure as We deem . WHE R E IS HE A VE N ? 33

’ — Tis the blueﬂoor of heaven that they u p bear

An d O , like some ld and wildly rugged stair ,

r They lift us to the land where all is fai , hi The Land of w ch I dream .

w These ocean waves , in their unmeasured S eep

Are brighter , bluer , than they seem ; e True image her of the celestial deep ,

Fed from the fulness of . the unfailing stream ,

’ a s se a o f Heaven s gl s y everlasting rest , With not a breath to stir its silent breast

se a The that laves the land where all are blest ,

The Land of which I dream .

And these keen stars , the bridal gems of night ,

Ar e purer , lovelier , than they Seem ;

n of Filled from the inner fou tain deep light ,

’ They pour down heaven s own beam ;

Clear speaking from their throne of glorious blue ,

In accents ever ancient , ever new

ab ove b e on d V Of the glad home , y our iew,

The Land of whi ch I dream .

f of This life o ours , these lingering years earth ,

Ar e briefer , swifter , than they seem ;

A little while , and the great second birth — ’ Of time shall come , the prophet s ancient theme . 34 Y MN S ON A N H HE VE .

Then He , the King, the Judge , at length shall come ,

And for this desert , where we sadly roam ,

Shall give the kingdom for our endless home , The Land of which I dream !

Eber in m tem" g b i .

B R. II . O N A

NOT from Jerusalem alone To heaven the path ascends ; i As near , as sure , as stra ght the

That leads to the celestial day ,

From farthest realms extends ,

Frigid or torrid zone .

What matters how or whence we start ? One is the crown to all ;

u One is the hard but glorio s race ,

- Whatever be our starting place . Rings round the earth the call ! That Says , Arise , depart

G YM' 3 H N S ON HE A VE N .

Not from gray Olivet alone We see the gates of light ;

’ ’ or u n fr au s From Morven s heath , J g snow We welcome the descending glow

Of pearl and chrysolite ,

And the unsetting sun .

Not from Jerusalem alone The church ascends to God ;

t o f S rangers every tongue and clime ,

o f Pilgrims every land and time ,

Throng the well-trodden road

That leads up to the throne .

WHAE HE HEAHEH?

I . TH E B ETTER COUNTRY.

cn hl a h Hiya E g H s .

T L . H R S . A NN E S E E E

AR from these narrow scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise , An d realms of inﬁnite delight

Unknown to mortal eyes .

Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes

But half its joys explore ,

How would our spirits long to rise ,

a An d dwell on e rth no more .

i There pa n and sickness never come , An d grief no more complains ;

Health triumphs in immortal bloom ,

An d endless pleasure reigns . YMN N 40 H S O HE A VE N .

’ From discord free , and war s alarms ,

And want , and pining care ,

Plenty and peace unite their charms ,

n n m And smile u ch a g g there .

There rich varieties of joy Continual feast the mind

b u t Pleasures which ﬁll , never cloy ,

Immortal and reﬁned .

No factious strife , no envy there , The sons of peace molest ; But harmony and love sincere

Fill every happy breast .

No clouds those blissful regions know Forever bright and fair

For sin , the source of mortal woe

Can never enter there .

a w There no lternate night is kno n ,

’ Nor sun s faint , sickly ray ; But glory from the sacred throne

Spreads everlasting day .

The glorious Monar ch there displays

His beams of wondrous grace ;

His happy subjects sing his praise ,

And bow before his face . WH A T I S HE A VE N ? 41

' Oh may the h eaven ly pr o spe ct ﬁre

Our hearts with ardent love , Till wings Of faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above .

Prepare us , Lord , by grace divine , For thy bright courts on high ; Then bid ou r Spirits rise and join

u The chor s of the sky .

e aas of r n mi Ey H H se.

T H O M A S O LI V R S E .

THE God of Abraham praise , Who reigns enthroned above

Ancient of everlasting days , And God of love ;

Jehovah , great I AM !

By heaven and earth confest ,

I bow, and bless the sacred name ,

Forever blest .

The God of Abraham praise , At whose supreme command

From earth I rise , and seek the joys At his right hand 42 YMN S N H O HE A VE N .

all I on earth forsake ,

Its wisdom , fame , and power ,

An d him my only portion make ,

My shield and tower .

The God of Abraham praise ,

Whose all-su fﬁcie n t grace Shall guide me through this pilgrimage III all his ways ;

He calls a worm his friend , He calls himself my God ;

And he shall save me to the end , h ’ T rough Jesus blood .

b V He himself hath sworn , I on his oath depend ;

’ u - I shall , on eagles wings p borne , To heaven ascend ;

I Shall behold his face ,

I shall his power adore , An d sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore .

’ Though nature s strength decay ,

And earth and hell withstand , To Canaan ’s bound I urge my way At his command

44 H YMN S ON HE A VE N

With streams of sacred bliss ,

With groves of living joys , With all the fruits of Paradise l He still supp ies .

Before the Three in One

They all exulting stand ,

And tell the wonders he hath do n e Through all their land

The listening Spheres attend ,

e And swell the growing fam .

in en d And Sing , songs which never ,

The wondrous name .

The God who reigns on high

n The great archangels si g ,

! And Holy , holy , holy , cry , Almighty King !

Who was , and is the same , And evermore shall be

Jehovah , Father , great I AM ,

We worship thee .

Before the Saviour’s face The ransomed nations bow

’ Oer whelmed at his almighty grace , Forever new ; WHA T I S HE A VE N ? 45

He shows his prints of love

The y kindle to a ﬂame ,

And sound , through all the world above ,

The slaughtered Lamb .

The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God o n high ;

Hail , Father , Son , and Holy Ghost They ever cry

’ God Hail , Abraham s and mine , I join th e heavenly lays

All might and majesty be thine ,

n d A endless praise .

0 i t s all be m i £ ﬂ g h h Hash m.

T H O M A S R A F F LE S .

N — n o night shall be in heaven , no gatheri g gloom

’ Shall o er that glorious landscape ever come ; No tears shall fall in sadness o ’er those ﬂowers

That breathe their fragrance through celestial bowers .

’ 0 i n - N night shall be heaven , no dreadful hour

’ Of mental darkness or the tempter s power ; h Across t ose skies no envious cloud shall roll,

' To dim the sunlight of the e n r aptu i ed soul . 46 H YMN S ON HE A VE N

No night shall be in heaven . Forbid to sleep , These eyes no more their mournful Vigils keep ;

all Their fountains dried , their tears wiped away ,

They gaze undazzled on eternal day .

’ No night shall be in heaven , no sorrow s reign ,

n o No secret anguish , corporeal pain ,

e b e No Shiv ring limbs , no urning fever ther ,

’

N . o soul s eclipse , no winter of despair

N0 night shall be in heaven , but endless noon ;

- No fast declining sun , nor waning moon ;

But there the Lamb shall yield perpetual light ,

’ Mid pastures g reen and waters ever bright .

0 n o N night shall be in heaven , darkened room , NO bed of death , nor silence of the tomb But breezes ever fresh with love and tr uth

Shall brace the frame with an immortal youth .

No night shall be in heaven . But night is here The night of sorrow and the night of fear ;

n ow I mourn the ills that my steps attend , d An shrink from others that may yet impend .

No night shall be in heaven . Oh had I faith

To rest in what the faithful Witness saith ,

That faith should make these hideous phantoms ﬂee , And leave no night henceforth on earth to me ! WHA T I S HE A VE N ? 47

His Exams are Elga r?

. B H E E S . R A .

No graves are there ; No willow weeps above the grassy bed

Where sleeps the young , the fondly loved , the

The early dead .

No funeral knell Blends with the breeze of Spring its mournful Bidding thenceforth those balmy breezes tell

Of loved ones gone .

O ’er the cold brow No bitter tears of agony are shed N ’ one o er the still , pale form in anguish bow,

Whence life has ﬂed .

No graves are there ;

N r o sunny slope , green turf, or quiet g rot ,

sad of Those mementos departure bear,

For death is not .

That fearful foe ,

Here ever bearing from us those we love , Resistless as his power is owned below

Has none above .

in Upon a tombstone a churchyard at B ridgeton is a beautiful device . Over the memorial a hand is pointing to the skies and forming an arch just above it ’ x a T . h r i s . i is the triumphant e cl mation here are no graves there C C tr on . M N N 48 H Y S O HE A VEN.

No ! in th e tomb

’ Ends his dominion there his power is o er ; A n d they who safely tread its path o f gloom

Shall die no more .

No graves ar e there ; Father we thank thee that there is a clime d Guarde alike from death , and grief, and care ,

Untouched by time .

We praise thy name That from the dust and darkness of the tomb

We can look up in faith , and humbly claim

Our future home .

Hasten the day

’ When , passing death s dark vale without a fear,

sa We , as we reach that heavenly home , may y,

No graves are here .

Where is as more S t a.

F Y S H .

WHEN l tempests toss , and billows ro l

An d lightnings rend from pole to pole , w S eet is the thought to me , WHA T I S HE A VE N ? 49

That on e day it shall not be so In the bright world to which I go The tempest Shall forget to blow ; h There s all be no more sea .

My little bark has suffered much

From adverse storms nor is sh e such Asonce Sh e seemed to be

But I shall shortly be at home , No more a mariner to roam ;

When once I to the port am come ,

There will be no more se a .

! i Then let the waves run mountains h gh ,

sk Confound the deep , perplex the y, This shall not always b e ' One day the sun will brightly shine

dIVIn e With life , and light , and heat ;

A nd is m when that glorious land ine ,

There will be no more sea .

My Pilot tells me not to fear,

r But trust entirely to his ca e ,

An d he will guarantee ,

o n If only I depend him ,

To land me safe , in his good time ,

In yonder purer , happier clime ,

Where shall be no more sea. 5 H JI N S Y ON HE A VE N .

e t rn a Hn re he E S ee.

J E S S I E GLE NN .

OH of , I hear them tell a canopy fair , That stretches its blue wing far up in the air ;

of They say it is gemmed with the stars night , That Sparkle and gleam in the pale moonlight ;

all is But when I look up darkness to me , For I cannot see ! I cannot see '

I hear of the ﬂowers that round me bloom , An d my spirit ﬁnds joy in their sweet perfu me

The rose and the clematis surely are fair , For feeling can tell me that beauty i s there

But those lovely tints are not painted for me , For I cannot see ! I cannot see !

’ wi The zephyr s sweet ng rustles over me now , For I feel its soft breath fan th e curls on my brow

! own Hark it speaks to me too , in its sweet way ;

Oh , would I might feel it , ere passing away ! I will touch it just once but where can it be ?

see see ! Oh , I cannot I cannot

su n ar e The rays of the , which they tell me bright ,

I feel on my cheek , though a stranger to sight

’ i on c ar Wh le music s low tones gently steal my ,

An d while pining to see it I scarcely can hear

Y JlIN S ON H E A VE N 52 H .

Yet may the quick and conscious eye

Assist the slow, dull ear ;

of Light can the signs thought supply ,

a And with a look I he r .

’ of s ll The song bird , the water s fa ,

Sweet tones and grating jars , i Ha l , tempest , wind , and thunder , all

Are silent - as th e stars

on The stars that their tranquil way ,

In language without speech ,

of The glory the Lord display ,

n d all A to nations preach .

, N ow , though one outward sense be sealed

The kind remaining four,

To teach me needful knowledge , yield

Their earnest aid the more .

h Yet ath my heart an inward ear , Through which its powers rejoice ;

Speak , Lord , and let me love to hear ’ s Thy Spirit s still , mall voice .

So when the Archangel from the ground t Shall summon grea and small ,

c ar n The now deaf shall hear that sou d ,

And answer to the call . WHA T IS H E A VE N ? 53

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N . R U C K E R T F R O M TH E G E R M A O F F .

OH , Paradise must fairer be Than any spot below ! My spirit pines for liberty ;

Now let me thither go .

In Paradise , forever clear , The stream of love is ﬂowing For every tear that I ’ve shed here A pearl therein is glowing .

In Paradise alone is rest ;

o — - J y breathing, woe dispelling, A heavenly wind fans every breast

Within that happy dwelling .

For every wounding thorn below A rose shall blossom there , An d sweeter ﬂowers than earth can show

Shall twine around my hair .

And every joy that , budding , died , Shall open there in bloom ;

And Spring, in all her ﬂowery pride

Shall waken from the tomb . H M N H E 54 Y N S O A VE N .

An d all the joys shall meet me there t For which my hear is pining,

Like golden fruit in gardens fair,

An d ﬂowers forever shining .

so My youth that ﬂed soon away ,

And left me sad , decaying ,

Shall there be with me every day ,

With bright wings round me playing .

All 110 pes , all wishes , all the love

I longed for , tasted never, n Shall bloom arou d me there above , b A nd e with me forever .

ar est tlan h n m e w g @ e .

C OK E A . C . .

HERE T is a land like Eden fair, B u t more than Eden blest ; The wicked cease from troubling there

The weary are at rest .

There is a land of calmest shore ,

Where ceaseless summers smile ,

An d winds , like angel whispers , pour i Across the shin ng isle . WHA T I S HE A VE N ? 55

m There is a land of purest irth , Where healing waters glide ; An d there the wearied child of earth

Untroubled may abide .

There is a land where sorrow ’s sons

’ Like ocean s wrecks are tossed ;

n But there revive those weepi g ones ,

’ An d life s dull sea is crossed .

There is a land where small and great Before the Lord appear ;

The of of spoils fortune and fate ,

Whom heaven alone can cheer .

is - in There a land where , star like , sh e

’ The pearls of Chr ist s renown ;

An d i gems , long buried in the m ne ,

Ar e jewels in his crown .

h l r T ere is a land ike Eden fai , But more than Eden blest ; wi t Oh for a ng to waf me there ,

To ﬂy , and be at rest 56 H YM H E E N S O N A V N .

l eum m ﬁl; il re .

O S S O A LD A N A B Y O G L O W FR M TH E PANI H F , L N F E L .

LEAR ! on C fount of light my native land high , Bright with a glory that shall never fade !

! wi o r Mansion of truth thout a veil shade ,

’ Thy holy quiet meets the spirit s eye .

There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence ,

’ Gasping no longer for life s feeble breath ; ll But sentine ed in heaven , its glorious presence

With pitying eye beholds , yet fears not death .

Beloved country ! banished from thy shore ,

- of A stranger in this prison house clay , The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee Heavenward the bright perfections I adore

Direct , and .the sure promise cheers the way ,

h l . That w ither love aspires , there shall my dwel ing be

2m mmtr 3m; 23 ﬁ ee.

N . Y . 0 B S E R V E R .

’ ’ AM often while s I far frae my hame , an I m weary

’ ’ l - - For the anged for hame bringing , an my Father s come smiles ;

’ ’ ’ I ll ne er be fu content until my een do see

’ ’

w 0 . The go den gates Heaven , an my ain countree WHA T I S H E A VE N ? 57

’ ’ ﬂ ecked wi — The earth is ﬂowers , mony tinted , fresh , an

gay ,

The birdies warble blithely , for my Father made them sae ;

’ ’ But these sights an these sou n s will as n aethin g be to me

i n When I hear the angels sing g in my ain countree .

’ of I ve His g ude word promise , that some gladsome day the King To His ain royal palace his banished hame will bring ;

’ ’ ’ Wi een an wi hearts running owre we sh all see

’ his u r The King in beauty an o ain countree .

’ n My si s hae been mony , an my sorrows hae been sair,

’ But there they ll never vex me , nor be remembered mair ;

an Sh all His bluid hath made me white , his h d dry

ee mine ,

n e to When he bri gs m hame at last my ain countree .

mi Like a bairn to its ther , a wee birdie to its nest

’ I wad fain be ganging noo unto my Saviour s breast ;

For i w he gathers in his bosom w tless , orthless lambs

me ,

’ ’ An carries them himsel to his ain countree . H E H Y JI N S ON A VE N .

’ ’ ’ He s faithfu that hath promised he ll surely come again ; ’ wi’ He ll keep his tryst me , at what hour I dinna ken ,

’ But He bids me still to watch , an ready aye to be

n u To gang at o y moment to my ain co ntree .

’ ’ ’ So I m watching aye an singing 0 my hame as I wait

’ ’ ’ s u n in f f Fo r the o g 0 his oot a this side the gowden gate .

His God gie grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me ,

’ That we a may gang in gladness to our ai n countree .

66 I N H E H Y r I N S O A VE N .

The crown of righteousness Shall there his people bless No destroyer Shall thither steal to work their ill i But Christ will there h s grace fulﬁl .

’ When twill b e se ek not to know it ; Who guides in hi s own time will show it

And his own time is always best .

Heralds he abroad is sending ,

That they , to all his grace commending,

May bring them all to seek his rest . Enou gh for us to know What he would have us do Till the harvest The world ’s wi de ﬁeld its fruits must yield

The ransom was for all revealed .

n ow Tell it with joyful praises , The Prince of Life his palace raises !

’ O er land and sea the tidings sound ; Not in vain his invitation ; The messengers o f his salvation

Proclaim it to the poor around . Beneath the burning sky

They to their work apply ,

Daily sowing . WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 6 1

’ His word he ll keep ; though now they weep ,

With j oy shall they the harvest reap .

Seeing growth they are requited ;

of With tears joy, with souls delighted ,

First-fruits they now are bringing on ;

u Where the ground to dro ght was given ,

Head , hands , and hearts , they lift to heaven, A m d iring what the Lord has done . All w fresh ith morning dew ,

v w Green ﬁelds Spring up to ie , Breathi ng fragrance

For bitter sighs glad songs arise ,

While hope anticipates the prize .

But the Lord , by varied trial,

’ Oft proves his heralds self- denial

An d makes them wait,and toil , and mourn ;

’ o e r take Oft will let ﬁerce storms them ,

To hunger , thirst , and want forsake them ,

To gloom their fairest prospects turn .

In his own chosen way

’ His wisdom he ll display,

Clearly teaching , While deepest night brings on the light

That what he does is always right . 6 62 H JI N S N H E E Y O A V N .

Knowing this , shall fears beguile us w Though traitors , leagued ith foes , revile

Ou r onward course let us pursue

They that , shame for Jesus bearing ,

wa Will persevere , his y preparing , h S all safely reach his glory too ,

There , with the Son of God , To join in blest abode All the pious ,

An d freely own , through grace alone ,

Their works of love and faith were done .

Ever shall thy praise be glorious ,

n e all Whe , ov r their ills victorious ,

tu Thy saints unite in neful strife .

They , from death by thee delivered , Shall from thy love no more be severed ; i Such is thy will , thou Prince of L fe !

The world , Lord , rests on thee , Thy world with pity see ! Showing mercy To him whose days are prayer and praise ,

To hi m who yet in error strays . WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 63

e rt ilemsalem Eli ﬁh; g .

O H \Vl LLIAMS . FR M T E LATIN , BY

THE holy Jerusalem , a From highest he ven descending , And crowned with a diadem

Of angel bands attending ,

v The li ing city , built on high Bright with Celestial Jewelry !

- She comes , the bride , from heaven gate ,

In nuptial n e w adornin g,

To meet the Immaculate , Like coming of the morn ing

e Her streets of purest gold are mad ,

Her walls of diamond palisade .

t There with pearls the gates are digh , Upon that holy mountain

And thither come , both day and night , Who in the Living Fountain Have washed their robes from earthly stain

’ An d borne below Christ s lowly chain .

By the hand of the Unknown The living stones are moulded

To a glorious shrine , all one Full soon to be unfolded

The building wherein God doth dwell ,

Th e holy church invi sible . G4 H YAI NS ON H E E A V N .

ﬁehstial g emsalem.

FROM THE LATIN OF BE RNARD .

To thee , O dear , dear country Mine eyes their Vigils keep ;

For very love , beholding

Thy happy name , they weep . The mention o f thy glory

Is unction to the breast ,

An d medicine in sickness ,

And love , and life , and rest .

Brief life is here our portion

s — Brief orrow , short lived care

The life that knows no ending ,

The tearless life , is there . 0 one — Oonly mansion ! 0 Paradise o f joy !

Where tears are ever banished ,

And joys have no alloy .

Beside thy living waters All plants are , great and small

of The cedar the forest ,

The hyssop on the wall . Thy ageless walls are bounded With amethyst unpriced ;

The saints built up its fabric ,

- An d the corner stone is Christ . WH A T I S HE A VE N ? 6 5

Tho u hast no shore , fair ocean ,

Thou hast no time , bright day,

Dear fountain of r efr e shmtan t

To pilgrims far away . Upon the Rock of Ages They raise the holy tower ;

’ h V T ine is the ictor s laurel ,

An d thine the golden dower .

' ‘ of They stand , those halls Zion ,

Conjubilant with song,

An d b right with many an angel ,

An d many a martyr thr ong .

The Prince is ever in them , The light is aye serene ; The pastures of the blessed

i Are decked n glorious sheen .

There is the throne of David

And there , from toil released ,

The shout of them that triumph , The song o f them that feast ;

An d they beneath their Leader Who conquered in the ﬁght Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white . 6?1 66 H YJI N S ON H E E A V N .

E e letn er u salem b i ﬂ .

OTHER m O M dear , Jerusale , When shall I come to thee

When shall my sorrows have an end , Thy joys when shall I see

’ 0 happy harbor of God s saints ! O s weet and pleasant soil

In thee no sorrow may be found ,

No grief, no care , no toil !

In thee no sickness is at all ,

No hurt , nor any sore ;

There is no death , nor ugly sight ,

But life for evermore .

’ o er sh adow No dimmish clouds thee , No dull nor darksome night ; But every soul shines as the sun

For God himself gives light .

There lust nor lucre cannot dwell , There envy bears no sway

There is no hunger , thirst , nor heat ,

But pleasure every way . Jerusalem Jerusalem Would God I were in thee ! Oh that my sorrows had an end Thy joys that I might see

H E 6 8 H YMN S ON A VE N .

Within thy gates no thing can come That is not passing clean ;

’ No spider s web , no dirt , no dust ,

No ﬁlth may there be seen .

Jehovah , Lord , now come away , An d end my grief and plaints ;

Take me to thy Jerusalem ,

! An d place me with thy saints ,

Who there are crowned with glory great , An d see God face to face c They triumph still , and aye rejoi e ,

Most happy is their case . B u t we that are in banishment Continually do moan ;

We sigh , we mourn , we sob , we weep ,

Perpetually we groan .

Our sweetness mixed is with gall ,

Our pleasure is but pain ,

Our joys not worth the looking on ,

Our sorrows aye remain . But there they live in such delight

Such pleasure and such play , That unto them a thousand years

Seembut as yesterday . WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 6 9

e O my sw et home , Jerusalem ! Thy joys when shall I se e ;

Thy King sitting upon his throne , And thy felicity ? Thy vineyards and thy orchards

So wonderful and fair , An d furnished wi th trees and fruit Most beautiful and rare

Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green ; Ther e grow such sweet and pleasant ﬂowers As nowhere else are seen ;

There cinnamon and sugar grow, There nard and balm abound ; N o tongue can tell , no heart can think ,

The pleasures there abound .

There nectar and ambrosie spring , There musk and civet sweet There many a ﬁne and dainty drug

Are trod down under feet . Q uite through the streets with pleasant sound

The ﬂood of life doth ﬂow , Upon whose banks on every side

The trees of life do grow. IT V ON H E A VE N H Y I I S .

These trees each month do yield their For evermore they spring ; And all the nations of the world

n To thee their ho ors bring .

’ - Jerusalem , God s dwelling place , Full sore long I to see

Oh that my sorrows had an end , That I might dwell in thee !

There David stands with harp in hand , As master of the qu eir ; A thousand times that man were blest t Tha might his music hear .

Ma n iﬁc at There Mary sings g , With tunes surpassing sweet ;

An d i all the v rg ins bear their part,

Singing about her feet .

. n Te Deum doth St Ambrose si g,

St . Austin doth the like Old Simeon and Zachar ie

Have not their songs to seek .

me an There Magdalene hath left her , And cheerfully doth sing

With all blest saints , whose harmony

Through every street doth ring . WHA T IS HE A VE N ? 71

Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! Thy joys fain would I see ; m Come quickly , Lord , and end y grief,

A n d take me home to thee .

Oh print thy name in my forehead ,

An d me take hence away , That I may dwell with thee in bli ss

An d sing thy praises aye .

Jerusalem , thrice happy seat !

’ on i Jehovah s throne h gh , 0 i sacred city , queen and w fe Of Christ eter n allie ! ! O comely queen with glory clad , With honor and degree All fair thou art , exceeding bright , N0 spot is there in thee

I long to see Jerusalem , The comfort of u s all ;

For thou art fair and beautiful,

None ill can thee befall .

In thee , Jerusalem , I say , No darkness dare appear ;

0 n i N ght , no shade , no winter foul

0 N time doth alter there . H M N H E 72 Y N S O A VE N .

No candle needs , no moon to shine

No glittering stars to light ,

For o f Christ , the King righteousness ,

There ever shineth bright .

The Lamb unspotted , white , and pure , To thee doth stand in lieu i Of l ght , so great the glory is

Thin e heavenly King to view .

He is the King of kings beset In midst his servants’ sight An d they his happy household all im Do serve h day and night .

u eir of n There , there the q angels si g, There the supernal sort Of citizens (which hence are r id

From dangers deep! do sport .

all There be the prudent prophets , The apostles six and six

in The glorious martyrs a row ,

An d confessors betwixt . There doth the crew of righteous men

And matrons all consist , Young men and maids that here on earth

Their pleasures did resist . WH A T I S H E A VE N ?

’ The sheep and lambs , that hardly scaped

The snares of death and hell ,

Triumph in joy eternally , Whereof no tongue can tell ; An d though the glory of each on e ff Doth di er in degree , Yet is the joy of all alike

An d as see . common , we

There love and charity doth reign ,

And Christ is all in all, Whom they most perfec tly behold

In glory spiritual .

They love , they praise , they praise they

! ! c They Holy , holy , r y ; a They neither toil , nor f int , nor end ,

But laud continually .

Oh happy thousand times were I

If, after wretched days ,

I might , with listening ears , conceive Those heavenly songs of praise Which to the eternal King are sung By happy wights above

By saved souls , and angels sweet Who lovethe God of love ! H YMN S ON HE A VE N .

s n h Oh pas i g appy were my state , Might I be worthy found

To wait upon my God and King,

His praises there to sound ,

And to enjoy my Christ above ,

His favor and his grace ,

A n his r omise ‘ made ccordi g to p ,

Which here I interlace .

0 ! Father dear , quoth he let them Which thou hast put of old

10 To me , be there , where , , I am

My glory to behold , i w Wh ch I ith thee , before this world

a i n Was l id perfect wise ,

n Have had , from whence the fountai great

! Of glory doth arise .

A ! gain , If any man will serve , Then let him follow me

s u For where I am , be thou right re ,

! There shall my servant be .

! An d still , If any man love me , Him loves my Father dear Him I do love to him myself r ! In glory will appea .

H Y H E 76 MN S O N A VE N .

Yet once again I pray thee , Lord ,

To quit me from all strife ,

to hill i That thine I may atta n , A n d dwell there all my life

With cherubims and seraphims ,

An d holy souls of men ,

To sing thy praise , O God of hosts ,

Forever , and Amen !

No r m—T his hymn , the mother of several more recent ones , was formerly hi ascribed to David Dickson . It was probably altered and enlarged by m from

one yet older , in the early part of the seventeenth century .

l u al n t e l c S he fi er s e cf ﬁr pge g .

W W . M . C O PE R

HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken

! O my people , faint and few f Comfortless , a ﬂicted , broken ,

Fair abodes I build for you Thorns of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways ;

You shall name your walls Salvation ,

And your gates shall all be Praise .

! th e There , like streams that feed garden , Pleasures without end shall ﬂow ; WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 77

u For the Lord , yo r faith rewarding,

All his bounty shall bestow ; Still in undisturbed possession Peace and righteousness shall reign ; Never shall you feel oppression

Hear the voice of war again .

Ye no more your suns descending ,

W see aning moons no more shall ,

But , your griefs forever ending Find eternal noon in me

’ God shall rise , and , shining o er you , Change to day the gloom of night ;

He , the Lord , shall be your glory ,

! God your everlasting light .

le Gtitn n f lessehn es @ g ﬁ s.

FROM THE LATIN OF PETER DAMIANI .

IN the Fount of life perennial the parched heart its thirst

s would lake ,

An d the soul , in ﬂesh imprisoned , longs her prison walls

to break ,

n Exile , seeking , sighi g , yearning, in her fatherland to

wake . 78 H Y H E MN S O N A VE N .

i When w th cares oppressed and sorrows , only groans her

grief can tell ; Then she contemplates the glory which sh e lost when ﬁrst she fell Present evil but the memory of the vanished good can

swell .

Who can utter what the pleasures and th e peace u h o br ken are , i Where arise the pearly mansions , shedd ng silvery light

afar ,

Festive seats and golden roofs which glitter like the e v e ning star

Wholly of fair stones most precious are those radiant structures made

a With pure gold , like glass tr nsparent , are those shining streets inlaid ;

deﬁle s i Nothing that can enter , noth ng that can soil or

fade .

r e Stormy winter , burning summer, rage within those

gions never ,

n f r But perpetual bloom of roses , and unfadi g spring o ever ;

Lilies gleam , the crocus glows , and dropping balms their

scents deliver . WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 7 9

— n Honey pure , and gr eenest pastures , this the la d of

promise is ,

th e Liqu id odors soft distilling, perfumes breathing on breeze ; Fruits immortal cluster always on the leafy fadeless

trees .

There no moon shines chill and changing , there no stars k with twin ling ray , For the Lamb of that blest city is at once th e sun and day ;

Night and time are known no longer , day shall never

fade away .

There the saints like suns are radiant like the su n at dawn they glow ;

n r Crowned victors after co ﬂict , all their joys togethe

ﬂow , And secure they count the battles where they fought the

prostrate foe .

ff e Putting o their mortal vesture , in their Source th ir souls they steep ;

on e a e Truth by actual vision beaming, its form th ir g z

they keep , Drinking from the living Fountain draughts of livin g

waters deep . H E E 80 H YMN S O N A V N .

Time with all its alternations enters not those hosts among ;

Gl r ioﬁs o , wakeful , blest , no shade of chance or change

’ o e r them is ﬂung

n old Sick ess cannot touch the deathless , nor age the ever

young .

There their being is eternal ; things that cease have ceased to be All corruption there has perished , there they ﬂourish strong and free

Thus mortality is swallowed up of life eternally .

N ought from them is hidden , knowing Him to whom all

things are known , All ’ the spirit s deep recesses , sinless , to each other shown m Unity of will and purpose , heart and ind forever on e .

Diverse as their varied labors the rewards to each that

fall , But Love what sh e loves in others evermore her own doth call ;

Thus the several joy of each becomes the common joy of

all . WH A T IS H E A VE N ? 81

Blessed who the King of heaven in his beauty thus

behold ,

And beneath his throne rejoicing see the un iverse u h

fold , di Sun , and moon , and stars , and planets , ra ant in his light un rolled

! Christ , the Palm of faithful victors of that city make me free W hen my warfare shall be ended , to its mansions lead thou me ;

i of i Grant me , w th its happy inmates , Sharer thy g fts to be !

0 0 Elemen t s Seem .

OM HE FB ENCH —! U c rr RET xENNE s DE S S FR T HE RES EGLISE LUTHERIENNE S .

’ ’ TIs God s decree that all shall die , This earth is not my home

on My native land is far high ,

Beyond the starry dome .

’ I n l ne er can reach the heave y sphere ,

To gain the heavenly crown , Until in vile corruption here

’ I ve laid my body down ! III N N H E E 82 H Y S O A V N .

0 n Thou to whom all worlds pertai , From earth thou callest me

And gladly I , through sickness , pain ,

And death , shall come to thee .

h O e My trust and p , O Heavenly Sire , On thee I still repose I Do thou , through Christ , when expire ,

Thy bliss to me disclose .

How vast the love of Christ , who came

To die for men below,

’ And underwent the cross s shame , That I may ’scape from woe

’ of His death s to me the source life ,

’ An d he s on where now high ,

sin an d Afar from death , and , strife ,

A home obtain shall I .

’ My heart s already there ; I long

ﬂ e shl To quit my y load ,

To leave these scenes of grief and wrong,

And reach the blessed abode .

There pleasure reigns , and jubilee ,

An d m mighty choirs proclai , Jehovah’s holy holy he

An d his . holy, too , name

H Y N E 84 MN S O H A VE N.

l Farewel to kin and friends , farewell To all whom here I love ;

de ar f I now p , and go to dwell

With God and saints above . m And now , y kin , my friends , be true

To God and duty here ,

e That when to arth ye bid adieu ,

In heaven ye may appear .

tean tiful g ﬁt Si n .

BEAUTIFUL Zion ! city renowned ! Through the universe wide thy praise resound

t de scen de st When straight from thy God hou , the bride ,

For thy husband in garments of glory arrayed ;

Oh glorious thy beauty , by prophets foretold

T h of e f y gates fair pearls , thy stre ts o pure gold ! To dwell in the city mine may it be

The beautiful city , Zion the free !

Beautiful Zion ! the hope of thy rest

Is a balm for the weary and sorrow-bound breast

of fﬂ From the bars a iction , and struggling with sighs , Sweet prayers for thy coming in breathings arise ; WH A T IS H E A VE N ? 85

Eternal the joys in thy palaces found ; Forever the song of the saved shall resound ; To dwell in the city mine may it be

The beautiful city , Zion the free .

B eautiful Zion ! desire of the earth ! No sorrow nor sighing in thee shall have birth

of Prisoners hope , here with burdens oppressed , How long they to enter thy portals of rest ! Thy rivers of pleasure eternally roll

Anointing with gladness each blood-ransomed soul To dwell in the city mine may it be The beautifu l city Zion the free !

8 I I I . THE PL E CE OE REUN I O N .

eet ain m g g .

OM T U E J . O O FR GERMAN BY M NTG MERY.

OYFUL — we a words , meet gain !

’ Love s own language , comfort darting Through the souls of friends at parting

— ‘ Life in death we meet again !

While we walk this vale of tears , w Compassed round with care and sorro ,

- — Gloom to day and storm to morrow,

a r Meet ag in ou bosom cheers .

Far in exile when we roam ,

’ ar n O er our lost ende ments weepi g,

Lonely , silent vigils keeping,

Meet again transports us home .

When this weary world is past ,

Happy they whose spirits soaring, V i ast eternity explor ng,

! Meet again in heaven at last . WH A T IS HE A VE N ? 87

S hall ir e meet?

A A U G . H . H R B H

OFT weeping memory sits alone m Beside so e grave at even , An d calls upon some spirit ﬂown ;

sa u r ~ wn Oh y, shall those on earth o o Be ours again in heaven ?

A mid these lone sepulchral shades ,

ou r d Where sleep ear ones riven , Is not some lingering spirit near To tell if those divided here Unite and know in heaven ?

’ Shall friends who o er the waste of life m By the sa e storms are driven , Shall they recount in realms of bliss

s of The fortune and the tears this , An d love again in heaven ?

When hearts which have on earth been

By ruthless death are riven ,

Why does the on e which death has reft

’ on e Drag off in grief the that s left , If not to meet in heaven ? M ON H E E 88 H Y N S A V N .

The warmest love on earth is still

’ Imperfect when tis gi ven ;

’ But there s a purer clime above , Where perfect hearts in perfect love

e . Unit , and this is heaven

on -e If love arth is but in part ,

As light and shade at even , If sin doth plant a thorn between

The truest hearts , there is , I ween ,

A perfect love in heaven .

0 ! happy world O glorious place , Where all wh o are forgiven

Shall ﬁnd their loved and lost below, t And hearts , like meeting s reams , shall Forever one in heaven !

lm cf t ﬁ ﬂ ee in g .

H . B O NA R .

’ TIS thus they press the hand and part Thus have they bid farewell again ;

Yet still they commune , heart with heart ,

Linked by a never-broken chain W H A T I S H E A VE N ? 89

i on e Still one in l fe and in death ,

e One in their h pe of rest above ,

One in their joy , their trust , their faith ,

’ One in each other s faithful love .

Yet must they part , and , parting , weep ; What else has earth for them in store ?

These farewell pangs , how sharp and deep ;

sad ! These farewell words , how and sore

" Yet l a sha l they meet gain in peace ,

To sing the song of festal joy ,

Where none shall bid their gladness cease , And none their fellowship destroy ;

Where none shall beckon them away , Nor bid their festival be done

- Their meeting time the eternal day ,

- Their meeting place the eternal thr one .

There , hand in hand , ﬁrm linked at last,

A nd heart to heart enfolded all ,

’ They ll smile upon the troubled past ,

And wonder why they wept at all .

h let n d T en them press the ha and part ,

a The de rly loved , the fondly loving ,

Still , still , in spirit .and in heart ,

T e u n r emovin . h undivided , g 83k 90 H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

t a t bu t an e efn e a s S r . ﬁ E , ﬁ

SAY r , why should friendship g ieve for those

’ W ho safe arrive on Canaan s shore ?

Released from all their hurtful foes ,

They are not lost , but gone before .

How many painful days on earth Their fainting Spirits numbered o’er ! Now they enjoy a heavenly birth ;

They are not lost , but gone before .

Dear is the spot where Christians sleep , And sweet the strain which angels pour ; Oh why should we in anguish weep ?

They are not lost , but gone before .

m Secure from every ortal care ,

sin m By and sorrow vexed no ore , Eternal happiness they share

Who are not lost , but gone before .

To Zion’s peaceful courts above

In faith triumphant may we soar , Embracing in the arms of love

The friends not lost , but gone before .

H N H E YM N S O A VE N .

See ye not the breezes hieing , Clouds along in hurry ﬂying ?

But we haste more swiftly on ,

ou r Ever changing position ,

Ever tossed in strange transition ,

- - Here to day , to morrow gone .

Every hour that passes o ’er us

o f Speaks comfort yet before us ,

’ Of our journey s rapid rate ; b And , like passing vesper ells , The clock of time its chiming tells

’ At eternity s broad gate .

On we haste to home invited , There with friendsto be united

In a surer bond than here ,

Meeting soon , and met forever ; I Glorious hope forsake us never,

For thy glimmering light is dear .

n Ah , the way is shi ing clearer,

As we journey , ever nearer To the everlasting home Friends who there await our landing

n ow Comrades round the throne standing , ! We salute you , and we come W H A T IS H E A VE N ? 93

ai t ﬁlaitg cf S n s .

C H A R L E S W E S L E Y .

COME let us join ou r friends above

That have obtained the prize ,

An d o n the eagle win g s of love To joys celestial rise ; Let all the saints terrestrial sing

With those to glory gone ,

Fo r - all the servants of our King ,

In earth and heaven are one .

One family we dwell in him ,

One church above , beneath ,

Though now divided by the stream , The narrowstream of death

of One army the living God , To his command we bow ; Part of his host have crossed the ﬂood

And par t ar e crossing now .

Ten thousand to their e ndless home This solemn moment ﬂy ; And we ar e to the margin come And we expect to die

His militant , embodied host With wishful looks we ’ stan d

And long to see that happy coast

And reach the heavenly land . 94 H YMN S ON H E A VE N

Our old companions in distress

see We haste again to , An d eager long for ou r release An d full felicity ; Even now by faith we join our hands

With those that went before ,

An d greet the blood-besprin kled bands

On the eternal shore .

Our spirits , too , shall quickly join , wi Like theirs , th glory crowned ,

’ An d se e shout to our Captain s sign , To hear his trumpet sound ; Oh that we now might grasp ou r Guide Oh that the word were given ! i Come , Lord of hosts , the waves div de An d land us all in heaven !

allelu a ﬂ j h .

O M O M . Z I L L FR TH E G E RMAN F A . E .

EET ! M again yes , we shall meet Though n ow we part in pain ; His people all Together Christ shall call Hallelujah ! WHA T IS H E A VE N ? 95

Soon the days of absence shall An d thou shalt weep no more

Our meeting- day Shall wipe all tears away Hallelujah !

I Now go with gladness to our home , With gladness thou shalt come There I will wait To meet thee at heaven’s gate Hallelujah !

i Dearest , what delight aga n to share Our sweet communion there To walk among The holy ransomed throng Hallelujah

H r ou r ere , in many a g ief, hearts were But there in joys alone ;

Joy fading never,

Increasing , deepening ever Hallelujah

Not to mortal sight citn it be gi ven To know the bliss of heaven ; But thou shalt be S i oon there , and s ng with me , Hallelujah 96 H Y MN S O N H E A VE N .

! Meet again yes , we shall meet Though now we part in pain ; Together all His people Christ shall call Hallelujah

t 9l ume ain a eg ag .

CHRISTIAN E ! AMINER .

’ THE earth , all light and loveliness in summer s golden hours

a Smiles in her brid l vesture clad , and crowned with festal ﬂowers

so So radiantly beautiful , like to heaven above , We scarce can deem more fair that world of perfect bliss

and love .

Is this a shadow faint and dim of that which is to come ?

e ou r What shall the unveil d glories be of celestial home , e Where waves the glorious tre of life , where streams of bliss gush free And all is glowing in the light of immortality

’ t r To see again the home of you h , when wea y years have

passed , Serenely bright as when we turned and looked upon it

last , WHA T I S HE A VE N ? 97

of m c To hear the voice love , to meet the rapturous e bra e . To gaze through tears of gladness on each dear familiar

face ,

! m to Oh this indeed is joy, though here we eet again part ; But what transportin g bliss awaits the pure and faithful

heart ,

ve Where it shall ﬁnd the loved and lost , those who ha

gone before ,

W n here every tear is wiped away , where parti gs are no more !

’ h on i W en , devot on s seraph wings , the spirit soars above

An d of al feels thy presence , Father , Friend , God etern love i Joys of the earth , ye fade away before that liv ng ray Which gives to the rapt soul a glimpse of pure and perfect

day ,

’ A own gleam of heaven s light , though now its brightnes s scarce appears Through the dim shadows which are spread around thi s vale of tears ; n mil ﬁ But thine u clouded s e , O God , lls all that glorious

place ,

r n n see Where we shall know as we a e k ow , and thee face to face 98 H YM H E N S O N A VE N .

tem n itim I g t .

B I S H O P MANT .

’ HALL I e er o a ain S g thy features trace, i Beloved friend , thy lineaments rev ew ?

Yes though the sunken eye and livid hue ,

And lips compressed , have quenched each lively grace ,

’ Death s triumph ; still I recognize the face Which thine for many a year affection knew ;

And what forbids that , clothed with life anew

’ It still o n memory s tablet holds its place ?

Though then thy cheek with deathless bloom be sheen ,

of And rays splendor wreathe thy sunlike brow, That change I deem shall sever not between

Thee and thy former self, nor disallow That love ’s tried eyes discern thee through the screen

Of glory then , as of corruption now .

e u a i mg Ew di mn n mt .

W . C . B R Y A NT .

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps di The disembo ed spirits of the dead , When all of thee that time could wither sleeps An d perishes among the dust we tread ?

1 00 H E E H YM N S O N A V N .

’ wear st of th e sk Yet, though thou the glory y,

Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name ,

The same fair, thoughtful brow , and gentle eye , v ’ Lo elier in heaven s sweet climate , yet the same

a Sh lt thou not teach me , in that calmer home ,

a so The wisdom that I le rned ill in this ,

The wisdom which is love , till I become Thy ﬁt companion in that land of bliss

rst er ln al t h e s l ee aa test. ﬁ h , h m ﬁt

H . B O NAR .

HERE W the faded ﬂower shall freshen , Freshen never more to fade ;

sk Where the shaded y shall brighten , Brighten never more to shade ;

Where the sun -blaze never scorches ;

Where the star-beams cease to chill ; Where no tempest stirs the echoes

or ll Of the wood , wave , or hi ; Where the morn shall wake in gladness

And the noon the joy prolong ,

t i n Where the dayligh dies fragrance ,

of Mid the burst holy song,

Brother , we shall meet and rest Mid the holy and the blest ! WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 101

Where no shadow shall bewilder ;

’ ’ Where life s vain parade is o er ;

of sin Where the sleep is broken , An d the dreamer dreams no more

Where the bond is never severed ,

sob Partings , claspings , , and moan

Midnight waking, twilight weeping, — Heavy noon tide , all are done

its Where the child has found mother , Where the mother ﬁnds the child ; i Where dear fam lies are gathered ,

w on That ere scattered the wild ,

Brother , we shall meet and rest , Mid the holy and the blest !

Where th e hidden wound is healed

Where the blighted life r e -blooms ; Where the smitten heart the freshness Of itsbuoyant youth resumes ; Where the love that here we lavi sh On the withering leaves of ti me

Shall have fadeless ﬂowers to ﬁx on ,

In an ever spring- bright clime Where we ﬁn d the joy of lovi ng

As we never loved before ,

i on Lov ng , unchilled , unhindered ,

Loving once and evermore , a Brother , we sh ll meet and rest, Mid the holy and the blest ! H Y H E E MN S O N A V N.

Where a blasted world shall brighten

Underneath a bluer sphere ,

An d n a softer , gentler sunshi e Shed its healing Splendor here ;

’ Where earth s barren vales sh all blossom

Putting on her robe of green ,

And a purer, fairer Eden Be where only wastes have been ;

Where a King in kingly glory ,

Such as earth has never known ,

Shall assume the righteous sceptre , o Claim and wear the h ly crown ,

an d Brother , we shall meet rest, Mid the holy and the blest !

S ister bo Starts t e S ear ? , hg h

ISTER r S and friend , why starts the tea

That kindred minds , no longer near, Perhaps no more shall min gle here Together

’ Ere bowed beneath afﬂiction s rod

The peaceful paths of life we trod , An d journeyed to the house of God

Together .

IV. OUR B ES T .

@ 21’ 2 emaiaet a est l} ﬁ h ﬁ .

O H SS NK OR WI W TH . FR M T E GERMAN, BY MI

ES , there remaineth yet a rest ;

sad Arise , heart , that darkly pines ,

By heavy care and pain oppressed , On whom no su n of gladness shines ; Look to the Lamb in yon bright ﬁelds

’ Thou lt know the joy his presence yields Cast o ff thy load and thither haste

Soon shalt thou ﬁght and bleed no more , S a ’ oon , soon thy we ry course be o er,

An d deep the rest thou then shalt taste .

God The rest appointed thee of ,

or The rest that nought shall break move , That ere this earth by man was trod

set Was apart for thee by Love , Ou r Saviour gave his life to win h T is rest for thee ; oh , enter in ! WH A T I S H E A VE N ? 105

Hear how his voice sounds far and wide !

! Ye weary souls , no more delay ; Loiter not faithless by the way ; Here in my peace and rest abide !

Ye heavy-laden come to Him Ye wh o are bent with many a load Come from your prisons drear and dim ;

Toil n o t thus sadly on your road !

’ of Ye ve borne the burden the day ,

And hear ye not your Saviour say , ! I am your refuge and your rest !

; e of His children y , heavenly birth

’ sin or Howe er may rage , hell , earth ,

Here are ye safe , here calmly blest .

th e Yonder in joy sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears ;

’ There in ou r Father s house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears

Sorrow and sighing all are past , An d pain and death are ﬂed at last ; There with the Lamb of God we dwell ; He leads us to the crystal river ; He wipes away all tears forever ;

What there is ours no tongue can tell . 106 H Y MN S O N H E A VE N .

Hunger nor thirst can pain us there The time o f recompense is come ; hi Nor cold , nor scorc ng heat we bear,

’ Safe sheltered in our Saviou r s h ome ;

The Lamb is in the midst , and those Who followed him through shame and woes

Are crowned with honor , joy and peace ; The dry bones gather life again

One Sabbath over all shall reign ,

Wherein all toil and labor cease .

There is untroubled calm and light ; No gnawing care shall mar our rest ;

Ye weary , heed this word aright

Come , lean upon your Saviour s breast

n Fain would I li ger here no more ,

Fain to yon happier world upsoar , And joi n that bright expectant band !

‘

Oh raise , my soul , the joyful song That rings through you triumphant throng ; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand !

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NOT in this weary world of ours Can perfect rest be found ;

Thorns mingle with its fairest ﬂowers ,

Even on cultured ground .

YM H E 108 H N S O N A VE N .

Or oftener painful vigils keep Through the dark hours of night ;

But let us bear with pain and care ,

As ills to be redressed , i Rely ng on the promise fair , In heaven there will be rest

et ﬁerfe ﬁest.

SWEET is the name of rest How much the word conveys ! It is to be supremely blest

In the bright world of praise .

I sin t is to rest from , Which here will still endu re ;

The holy place to enter in ,

An d be forever pure .

It is to rest from pain ,

From grief, from doubt , from fear ;

No sickness , parting , death again ,

Nor an y falling tear .

It is to rest with Him

Whom now unseen we trust ,

With cherubim and seraphim , An d spir its of the j u st ; WH A T IS H E A VE N ? 109

A perfect cloudless rest ,

An endless Sabbath day

Blessed portion yet to be possessed , An d never fade away !

3 amMean;

8 . R O B E RT S .

MY feet are worn and weary with the march Over rough roads and up the steep hill-side ;

o u r see Oh , city of God I fain would i Thy pastures green , where peaceful waters gl de .

on My hands are weary , laboring , toiling ,

Day after day , for perishable meat ;

of ou r Oh , city God I fain would rest

- I sigh to gain thy glorious mercy seat .

M - y garments , travel worn and stained with dust

Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way ,

b e LOr d Would fain made , O , my righteousn ess ,

’ Spotless and white in heaven s unclouded ray .

th e sin My eyes are weary looking at ,

u Impiety , and scorn , pon the earth ; ! w Oh , city of our God ithin thy walls

All ‘ , all are clothed upon with the new 10 1 10 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

My heart is weary of its own deep sin ,

n w Si ning , repenting , sinning still al ay

When shall my soul thy glorious presence feel , ? And ﬁnd its guilt , dear Saviour , washed away

’ n Patience , poor soul ; the Saviour s feet were wor ,

’ v e The Sa iour s heart and hands wer weary , too ,

- His garments stained , and travel worn , and old ,

His sacred eyes blinded with tears for you .

Love thou the path of sorrow that he trod

an d w in Toil on , ait patience for thy rest ;

! se e Oh , city of our God we soon shall

W of ! Thy glorious alls , home the loved and blest

! in h lh l tm é a gi g 3 h.

W E IR .

OH wi had I ngs like yonder bird ,

That soars above its downy nest,

’ I d ﬂy away , unseen , unheard ,

Where I might be for aye at rest .

’ I wou ld not seek these fragrant bowers Which bloom beneath a cloudless sky Nor could I rest amidst th e ﬂowers

That deck the groves of Araby .

1 12 H Y JI N E S O N H A VE N .

When shall I be at rest ? My eyes grow dim\ With straining through the gloom ; I sc ar c e can see The waymarks that my Saviour left for me Wou ld it were mom and I were safe with him !

When shall I be at rest ? Hand over hand

I grasp and climb an ever steeper hill , A rougher path ; Oh that it were thy will My tired feet might tread the promised land !

Oh that I were at rest ! a th ousand fears

’ Come thronging o er me lest I fail at last ;

Would I were safe , all toil and danger past, An d thine own hand might wipe away my tears !

Oh that I were at rest like some I love , w Whose last fond looks dre half my life away , Seeming to plead that either they might stay

With me on earth , or I with them above

But why these murmurs ? thou didst never shrink

From any toil or weariness for me , Not even from that last deep agony ; Shall I beneath my little trials sin k ?

w No , Lord , for hen I am indeed at rest ,

‘ One taste of that deep bliss will quite eﬂ ace

s The sterne t memories of my earthly race , w f Save but to s ell the sense o being blest . WH A T I s H E A VE N ? 1 13

Then lay on me whatever cross I need To bring me there I know thou canst not be

o r ! Unkind , unfaithful , untrue to me

Shall I not toil for thee , when thou for me didst bleed

t t ln tl t tes ee es . ﬁ , S n ﬁ

EST R , weary soul ;

a The penalty is borne , the r nsom paid , For all thy sins full satisfaction made ; Strive not thyself to do what Christ has done ;

Take the free gift , and make the joys thine own

0 o f sin N more by pangs guilt and fear to distressed ,

Rest , sweetly rest .

Rest , weary heart ,

an From all thy silent griefs d secret pain , Thy pr oﬁtle ss regrets and longings vain ; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past ; All shall be light and blessedness at last ;

off so Cast the cares that have long oppressed ,

Rest , sweetly rest .

Re st ‘ we ar , y head Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb ; Light from above has broken through its gloom ; 10* — N N II E l l l H Y JI S O A VE N .

w Here , in the place here once thy Saviour lay , w Where he shall ake thee on a future day , Like a tired child upon its mother’s breast

Rest , sweetly rest .

Rest , spirit free ,

of In the green pasture the heavenly shore , Where sin and sorrow can approach no more

With all the ﬂock by the Good Shepherd fed ,

Beside the streams of life eternal led ,

i v Forever w th thy God and Sa iour blest,

Rest , sweetly rest .

Wear ar e at e t S he y Rs .

B . H . MI LM A N .

ROTHER B , thou art gone before us , And thy saintly soul is ﬂown

Where tears are wiped from every eye ,

An d sorrow is unknown ;

of From the burthen the ﬂesh ,

And from care and fear released ,

n Where the wicked cease from troubli g ,

And the weary are at rest .

1 16 11 YMN S O N H E A VE N .

A n d when the Lord shall summon us

Whom thou hast left behind ,

a May we , unt inted by the world As sure a welcome ﬁnd ;

May each , like thee , depart in peace , To be a glorious guest

Where the wicked cease from troubling ,

An d the weary are at rest .

H YIII N S ON H E E 120 A V N .

Lord of heaven ! beyond our sight

Rolls a world of purer light ;

’ There , in love s unclouded reign ,

Parted hands shall join again ;

Martyrs there , and prophets high ,

Blaze , a glorious company , While immortal music rings

From unnumbered seraph strings ;

is Oh , that scene passing fair !

’ Yet , should st thou be absent there , What were all its joys to me ? ! Whom have I in heaven but thee ?

Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast Seeks in thee its only rest ; I was lost — thy accents mild Homeward lured thy wandering child I was blind thy healing ray Charmed the long eclipse away ;

Source of every joy I know, Solace of my every woe Yet should once thy smile divine

Cease upon my soul to shine , What were heaven or earth to me Whom have I in heaven but thee ? WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 12 1

( wlli in i t E e nh ﬂ g h .

E DMUND S PE N S E R .

Hi s of Ri h te ou sn e sse sceptre is the rod g ,

He b r u se th With which all His foes to dust ,

A n d the great dragon strongly doth represse Under the rigour of His iu dg men t inst ;

His seate is Truth , to which the faithfull trust

so From whence proceed her beames pure and bright ,

l l That all about Him sheddeth g or ou s light .

But that immor tall light which there doth shine

Is many thousand times more bright , more cleare

More excellent , more glorious , more divine , Through which to God all mor tall actions here

' o f a ear e And even the thoughts men , do plaine pp

’ th Eter n all For from Truth it doth proceed ,

Through heavenly vertue which her beames doe breed .

With the g reat glorie of that wondrous light His throne is all encompassed around

And hid in his owh e b r ig htn e sse from the sight Of all that look thereo n with eyes unsound And underneath his feet are to be found

f r e Thunder , and lightning , and tempestuous y ,

r The instruments of his avenging y e . 11 ! L . N S N E E H Y III O H . I I A V N

sit There , in his bosome , Sapience doth ,

sover ain e n The dearli g of the Deity ,

Clad like a queene , in royall robes most ﬁt

so eer ele sse For great powre and p majesty , An d all with gemmes and iewels gorgeously

the t a ear e Adorned , that brighter then s arres pp ,

A nd make her native b r ig h tn e sse seem more clear .

And on her head a crown of purest gold

set sover ain t Is , in signe of highest y ;

sh e And in her hand a scepter doth hold , With which she rules the house of God

men a eth - i sk And g the ever mov ng y, A n d in the same these lower creatures all

b ie e d m ia Su ct to her powre i per ll.

n t i t s all toe see i t S hh Eg h h Eg h .

' ‘ O H O I 1 . . W H . FR M T E ITALIAN F DAN E , BY C RIG T

A LIGHT there is above which plainly shows

The great Creator to the creature , who

In seeing him alone can ﬁnd repose ,

And in a circle spreads to such degree , That for the sun would its circumference A girdle of too great dimensions be

H E 124 YMN S O N H A VE N .

The sparrow for her young With pleasure seeks her nest An d wandering swallows long To ﬁnd their wonted rest ;

My spirit faints , With equal zeal To rise and dwell

Among thy saints .

Oh happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ; Oh happy men that pay

Their constant service there ;

They praise thee still , And happy they That love the way

’ To Zion s hill .

They go from strength to strength ,

of Through this dark vale tears ,

Till each arrives at length ,

Till each in heaven appears .

Oh glorious seat , When God our King Shall thither bring

Our willing feet . WH O ARE IN H E A VE N? 125

his Sheen a

JEREMY TAYLOR .

B EAUTEOUS O God , uncircumscribed treasure Of an eternal pleasure ! Thy throne is seated far

Above the highest star ,

’ Where thou pr epar st a glorious place Within the brightness of thy face For every spirit To inherit That builds his hopes upon thy merit

An d loves thee with a holy charity .

r What ravished heart , seraphic tongue , o eyes

’ as n s Clear the morni g rise ,

or i or see Can speak , th nk , ,

That bright eternity , Where the great King’s transparent throne

Is of an entire jasper stone ? There the eye 0 ’ th ’ chrysolite , An d a sky

i se Of d amonds , rubies , chrysopra ,

An d , above all , thy holy face , Makes an eternal clarity When thou thy jewels up dost bind ; that day

u s Remember , we pray, 1 26 H I' MN S O H E E N A V N .

That where the beryl lies ,

’ And the crystal , bove the skies , There thou may ’st appoint us place

Within the brightness of thy face , And our soul In the scroll Of life and blissfulness enroll That we may praise thee to eternity Allelujah !

is E ren e an h Eemle ﬁ h p .

W . A . M UH L E N B E R G .

’ SINCE o er thy footstool here below

Such radiant gems are strewn ,

Oh what magniﬁcence must glow,

My God , about thy throne !

So brilliant here those drops of light ,

Where the full ocean rolls , how bright !

’ of If night s blue curtain the sky ,

With thousand stars inwrought , Hung like a royal canopy

With glittering diamonds fraught ,

’ Be , Lord , thy temple s outer veil , What Splendor at the shrin e must dwell !

H Y III N S ON H E E 128 A V N .

Come at last the nuptial day, Tears forever passed away ;

- Fled the prison house , the clay, An d the thrall

God forever your sure stay , An d your all !

his In presence is the store ,

Purest joys for evermore ,

’ An d the fountain ﬂowing o er ;

0 N more night, Safe upon the happy shore or the light !

t ’ What was royal y s short ﬂower, Or the triumph of an hour ? What ﬂeet pleasure ’s fading bower An d control ?

’ God s own presence is the dower Of the soul !

Wondrous , glorious mystery , When the soul from ﬂesh is free ! Bond of sweetness which Shall be When the heart

is Joined to Deity , Never to part ! I I . OU R S AV I O UR.

e S n ub e erh S h S hph .

OM H S S . FR T E PANI H , BY BRYANT

EGION of life and light , Land of the good whose earthly toils . ’ o er are , Nor frost nor heat may blight

Thy vernal beauty , fertile Shore Yielding thy blessed fruits for ever more !

n There , without crook or sli g,

' Walks the Good Sheph e r d ; blossoms white Round his meek temples cling ;

And to sweet pastures led , i His own loved ﬂock beneath his eye s fed .

He guides , and near him they Follow delighted ; for he makes them go

Where dwells eternal May ,

And heavenly roses blow ,

Deathless , and gathered but again to grow . 129 130 H r u N S O N H E A VE N .

He leads them to the height

Named of the inﬁnite and lo n g- sought And fountains of delight An d where his feet have stood Springs up along the way their tender

And when , in the mid skies , The climbing su n has reached his highest bound

Reposing as he lies ,

With all his ﬂock around ,

He witches the still air with numerous sound .

From his sweet lute ﬂow forth

Immortal harmonies , of power to still All passions born of earth , And draw the ardent will

Its destiny of goodness to fulﬁl .

Might but a little part ,

of A wandering breath , that high melody Descend into my heart

And change it , till it be

Transformed and swallowed up , O Love , in

! Ah then my soul should know,

Beloved , where thou liest at noon of day ,

And , from this place of woe

Released , should take its way

To mingle with thy ﬂock , and never stray .

H Y E E 132 MN S O N H A V N .

i t i isen Shi s S .

K . . WM . BATHURST

WHY search ye in the narrow tomb For him who lives on high ? Heaven spreads her gates to make hi m room ;

Hi sk s glory ﬁlls the y.

Lift up your hearts and stretch your eyes The Saviour is not here

Behold the Conqueror arise ,

To grace a brighter sphere .

An gels , with loud , exulting songs , Welcome their Lord again ; To us the victory belongs

For us the Lamb was Slain .

An d al sh l we , Lord , ascend with thee ,

An d see thee as thou art , ’ ﬁ From death s terri c power made free , And saved from Satan ’s dart ?

S aviour , since thou art gone before , Oh grant that we may go

’ Where sin s dark empire is no more , An d death a vanquished foe ! WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 1 33

ee h h Shi ist Ss n e .

FR O M TH E LATIN O F B E D E .

A HYMN of glory let us sing ! New hymns throughout the world shall ring ;

Christ , by a way none ever trod ,

As cendeth to the throne of God .

The angels say to the eleven , Why stand ye gazing into heaven ?! — Thi s is the Saviour this is He !

Jesus hath triumphed gloriously .

They said the Lord should come again ,

As these beheld him rising then ,

lm sk Ca soaring through the radiant y, hi Mounting its dazzling summits gh .

ff May our a ections thither tend , i And th ther constantly ascend ,

’ Where , seated on the Father s throne , ! Thee , reigning in the heavens , we own

B ethou our present joy , O Lord Who wilt be ever our reward ;

An d , as the countless ages ﬂee , May all our glory be in thee ! 12 134 H Y H E E MN S O N A V N .

r ist in hf l Sh m n .

SOFT as falls the heavenly dew,

Weary nature to renew,

Or the ﬂakes , unearthly pure , Of the snowy coverture i Thus , too h gh for mortal sense , t Christ his presence do h dispense ,

Seen in diviner sympathies , In sacred joys that rise

’ An d waft the soul to heaven with rapture s

Jesus hath left his ﬂock below, And gone into the mount to pray

For his poor wanderers , left to go Without him o n the stormy way ; But when the tempest rageth high

With dread their fearful hearts to try,

se e Their tearful eyes shall him nigh ,

Stilling the tempest into peace ,

n Bidding all dark forebodi gs cease ,

Shedding abroad his heavenly love , f Inspiring hopes o joys above , Where soon upon the blissful shore They from their Lord shall go on stormy waves

11 0 more .

H E 136 YII N S ON H A VE N .

sa Master , may we ever y,

- Taken from our head to day ,

See thy faithful servants , see , Ever gazing up to thee !

o u r Grant , though parted from sight ,

High above yon azure height ,

Grant our hearts may thither rise , Seeking thee beyond the skies !

Ever upward may we move ,

Wafted on the wings of love ,

Looking when our Lord Shall come ,

Longing , g asping after home There may we wi th thee remain ' of Partners thine endless reign ,

th see There y face unclouded , Find ou r heaven of heavens in thee !

t t ta Shr is he S r .

’ THE last sand from Time s hour-glass

Shall soon disappear ,

An d like vapor shall vanish

- This old rolling sphere . WH O A RE I N H E A VE N ? 137

Off aff- e the ﬂoor , like the ch str am

Ih the dark , windy day , From th e fan of destruction Shall suns drift away

An d the meteors of glory,

th e Which wilder wise ,

Only gleam till we . open

o r In true worlds u eyes .

But aloft in God ’s heaven

There blazes a Star ,

’ An d I live whilst I m watching

fr Its light Om afar .

From itslustre immortal My soul caught the spark ! Which shall beam on undying

When the sunshine is dark .

So transforming its radiance ,

n so Its stre gth benign ,

The dull clay burns a ruby,

An d man grows divine .

To the zenith ascended From Joseph ’s dark tomb Star o f Jesse ! so rivet

’

My gaze midst the gloom , 138 H YMN S O N H E A VE N

That thy beauty imbibing,

My dross may reﬁne , An d in splendor reﬂected I burn and I shine

ist t e i t Shr h S g h .

HERE ! T walk the saved yea , they who bore ’ m While traversing life s stor y shore , e Through t ars and blood the hallowed cross ,

’ Who , purged from earth s terrestrial dross

’ ’ Received the Saviour s form impressed , Whose Signet on each hallowed breast

Enstamped the mystic name , unknown To all save those around the thr one

’ ’ W ho m f , calm mid earth s tu ultuous stri e , Drew from himself that inward life

h a W ich Spirits breathe , from sense part, While deep in each devoted heart w t The formless glory d el serene , Of old in cherub splendor seen ;

Prelude of bliss reserved above ,

In perfect light , for perfect love .

H E E 140 H YMN S O N A V N .

’ No ; tis with u n ﬁlme d eyes to see

The once incarnate Deity ,

Who still with lamb-like meekness bear s

Imprinted deep , those glorious scars Whence issued wide that crimson ﬂ ow In which their robes were washed belo w Which bought that crown whose splendor

Now spheres them in that world of light .

’ w No , tis not all that heaven can sho

o r Of great fair unglimpsed below , i Nor converse deep with spirits h gh , W ho saw those volleyed lightnings ﬂy

Which scathed their bright compeers in bliss ,

’ An d hIIr led them down to hell s abyss

Who marked creation rise sublime , An d hymned the early birth of time

No , not with minds like these to blend ,

And feel each angel form a friend , w But God , their fount , to kno and see ,

From all- pervading Deity ; To catch the nearer burst of light ;

To gain the b e atiﬁc sight

’ Entranced in glory s peerless blaze ,

Conformed to him , on him to gaze . WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 141

r ist S n t i n n eh Sh h .

I . W ATT S .

OH the delights , the heavenly joys ,

The glories of the place , Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams

’ Of hi s o er ﬂ owin g grace !

Sweet majesty and awful love

Sit smiling on his brow , An d all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow .

Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright sceptres dow n

Dominions , thrones , and powers rejoice

To se e him wear the crown .

Ar changels sound his lofty praise

Through every heavenlystreet , An d lay their highest honors down

Submissive at his feet .

Those soft , those blessed feet of his ,

That once rude iron tore , Hi gh on a throne of light they stand

An d all the saints adore . 4 H Y II N IIE A E N 1 I N S O V .

H is head , the dear, majestic head ,

That cruel thorns did wound , See what immortal glories shine And circle it around !

th ’ This is the man , exalted man ,

Whom we , unseen , adore ;

But when our eyes behold his face ,

Our hearts shall love him more .

ou r ar e Lord , how souls all on ﬁre To Se e thy blest abode

Our tong u es rejoice in tunes of prai se

To o u r ' i n ear n ate God

And while our faith enjoys this sight ,

We long to leave our clay ,

An d with thy ﬁery chariots , Lord , To fetch our souls away !

t ti Sht ist he ﬁt n g .

' o r P R U D R N T F R O M T H E LATIN I U S .

’ YE wh oc e r ar e k for Christ see ing , Lift your longing eyes on high There behold the glory breaking

a Of celestial m jesty .

’ 1 44 H Y I II N S ON H E E A V N .

Go d Paschal Lamb , by appointed , All our sins on thee were laid ;

By almighty love anointed , Thou hast full atonement made ; All thy people are forgiven , Through the virtue o f thy blood ; Opened is the gate of heaven ;

’ Peace is made twixt man and God .

Jesus , hail enthroned in glory , There forever to abide ;

All the heavenly hosts adore thee , Seated at thy Father ’s side

There for sinners thou art pleading ,

There thou dost our place prepare , Ever for us interceding

Till in glory we appear .

Worship , honor , power , and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive

Loudest praises , without ceasing, Meet it is for us to give

Help , ye bright , angelic spirits ;

Bring your sweetest , noblest lays ; H ’ elp to sing our Saviour s merits ,

’ Help to chant Immanuel s praise . WH O A RE I N HE A VE N ? 145

Sesn s Si tn lleh.

B R Y D G E S .

HEAD of the hosts in glory ! f We joy ully adore thee ,

on Thy church earth below,

on Blending with those high,

sk Where , through the azure y, Thy saints in ecstasy

Forever glow .

‘ T theSon f hen raise g o gladn ess, To dissipate ou r sadn ess Along this vale of tears ; We wend our weary way

al of Up to the re ms day,

An d r a watch , and wait , and p y,

Constant in fears .

H m oly apostles , bea ing With radiance brightly streamin g

of From diadems power,

on u Call the awf l name ,

That we , through ﬂood and ﬂame , The gospel may proclaim

In every hour . 13 H E 146 H YMN S O N A VE N .

r s Marty s , who e mystic legions March o ’er yon heavenly regions

In triumph round and round , I Wave , wave your banners , wave

F r ou r o Christ , Saviour, clave

For death itself a grave ,

In hell profound .

S n aints , in fair circles casti g Rich trophies everlasting

’ e su s At J pierced feet , Amidst our rude alarms

o Stretch f rth your conquering arms,

That we , too , safe from harms ,

ma In heaven ymeet .

V irgins , in bliss transcendent, Whose coronals resplendent

Unwithering bloom , Exalt in ceaseless lays

Him whom all anthems praise , An d oft ou r spirits raise

With your perfume .

An a gels , rchangels , glorious i Guards of the church v ctorious, Sing to the Lamb !

H Y M H E E 148 N S O N A V N .

Leave , then , thy foolish ranges , For none can thee secure

But One , who never changes ,

Th God e . y , thy Life , thy Cur

r i tt est mmamxl s . fim}, fig b fi , $

O ! T H E G E RM A N . L S . F R , B Y H MI L

’ UR i O Jesus , now at God s r ght hand , Is high in glory seated ;

H i n - e reigns that dear father land ,

From far with transport greeted ,

ou r ff Whither warm a ections move , An d where celestial spirits love

Him , as their Lord , to honor .

Above all principality His shining throne he raises ; The angels’ highest minstrelsy In vain would reach his praises ; hi m n To the so gs of cherubim , R i esponded by the seraph m ,

! ! Cry Holy, holy, holy ! WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 1 49

All things are subject to his reign ,

And earth and skies together,

What is , and what has ever been , The upper world and nether ; All power an d might of every name

own Shall , dear Lord , thy sovereign

Thy rule is universal .

ou r Thou must , too , be great High Priest

’ Thy blood ou r souls oblation ;

N ou r a one else can show guilt rele sed , Or bless us with salvation ;

e The grace w need none else can give , i For none , l ke thee , a priest shall live

To intercede forever .

Bright h 0 pes to us thy love affords ; To faith thou naught den ie st ;

n ow of Thou reignest the Lord lords , Above all kings the highest ;

of Thy throne righteousness secure ,

Through endless ages will endure ,

Dispensing grace and judgment . 4

m our Im anuel , ever at side

’ Thou lt be , till time is ended ,

r Th ough all our pilgrimage to guide , With power and mercy blended ; 13" H YllI N S ON H E E 150 A V N .

In every strait wilt bring us through ,

u s For contend , and conquer , too , Till Death himself is vanqui shed !

’ ! Thou say st , Him that shall overcome None from my joys shall sever ; A ’ him child of God I ll bring home,

r To share my th one forever,

’ E en as I , too , have victory won ,

’ An d sit upon my Father s throne

! In majesty and glory .

my ﬁshermet aah ﬁshermen

M R S . ANN E S T E E LE .

NO su n shall gild the blest abode

With his meridian ray , But the more radiant throne of God

Diffuse eternal day .

r Sorrow, and pain , and every ca e , di And scord , there shall cease ,

An d n perfect joy , and love si cere

Adorn the realms of peace .

I N E E 152 H YJI S ON H A V N.

! oh ! But oh , their transports , their songs What mortal thought can pain t ?

Transcendent glory awes our tong ues ,

n An d all ou r notes are fai t .

ou r Lord , tune hearts to praise and love , i Our feeble notes nspire , T ill, in thy blissful courts above ,

r We join the heavenly choi .

Mgr n yatlgigiwg ﬁrstbér .

MA R I A J . J E W S B U B Y .

SOUND A in yonder glade ,

But not of fount or breeze , i m A sound , but not of the whisper ng ade By the palm and the olive trees ; I ’ t is not the minstrel s lute ,

’ Nor ll of - the swe the night bird s song,

’ N r o the city s hum , when all else is mute ,

By echo borne along .

’ — ’ Tis a voice , the Saviour s own , ?! Woman , why weepest thou

n She turns , and her grief is forever ﬂow , An d the shade that dimmed her brow ; WH O ARE IN H E A VE N ? 1 53

is He there , her risen Lord , N0 more to know decline ;

He is there , with peace in his every word ,

il i . The wept one , st l div ne

! M ’ y Father s throne to share ,

As King , as God , I go ;

’ But a brother s heart will be ~ wi th me there

! For my brethren left below . The weeper is laid in dust ;

Her Lord is throned on high ; But ours may be still that weeper ’s trust

’ An d ours that Lord s reply .

’ Mourner , mid nature s bloom ,

Dimming its light with tears ,

An d m m captive , to who the lone , dark roo Grows darker yet with fears

An d spirit , that , like a bird ,

Rests not on sea or shore

Th e - voice in the olive glade once heard ,

Hear ye , and weep no more . H E E 1 54 H YMN S O N A V N .

! n m- ff 6l ﬁrII S u erer .

J O H O G N L AN .

HERE th e W high heavenly temple stands ,

The house of God not made with hands , h A great Hig Priest our nature wears ,

The Guardian of mankind appears .

Though now ascended up on high

’ He bends on earth a brother s eye ;

of Partaker the human name ,

He knows the frailty of our frame .

Our Fellow- Sufferer yet retains

A - fellow feeling of our pains ,

An d l sti l remembers , in the skies ,

H his is tears , agonies , and cries .

I n every pang that rends the heart, The Man of sorrows had a part ;

He sympathizes with our grief, d ff An to the su erer sends relief.

With boldness , therefore , at the throne

u s Let make all our sorrows known , A n d ask th e aid of heavenly power

To help us in an evil hour .

! I! . H OLY A N GEL S .

rmbi Gib m.

OM H 1 . . W G FR T E ITALIAN, BY C RI HT.

B RAYED in semblance of a snow-white rose i h That holy army was revealed to s g t , for his spouse in death our Saviour

chose .

But the winged cherubs that behold an d sing

His praise , whose chords of love to love

invite ,

An d laud the goodness of their heavenly King ,

’ E of w en as a troop bees now seek the ﬂo ers ,

An d now return with their delicious store , s To lay it up amid their waxen bower , w On the vast ﬂo er descended from above , Whence from its numerous leaves again they soar m Back to the real where ever dwells their Love .

The looks of all were bright with living ﬂame ,

i so i With gold their p nions , and their forms Wh te , 156 WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 157

No snow such perfect purity could claim ;

Fanning their plumage , as with wing untired

From round to round they on the ﬂower alight ,

They impart the peace and love they have acquired ;

Nor by their rapid passage , as they ﬂy

Betwixt the Flower and Fountain of their bliss , Was aught of splendor lost unto mine eye ;

For through the world the Ray divine is sen t

’ o of Where er m st worthy that light it is , Nought having power to cause impediment

In this blest realm , where spirits of ancient days

meet in And modern , endless bliss to dwell , _ i All to one Point the r sight and ardors raise .

S un g cf tbr Gibrmhimf

O S S O K H E R U V I M I J B o w n r x a FR M THE R U IAN F , B Y .

SEE the glorious cherubim

’ Thronging - round the Eternal s throne ; Hark ! they sing their holy hymn

To the unknown Three in One ,

All- supporting Deity , ! Living Spirit , praise to thee

Th e i n R i hymn chanted the ussian churches during the process on of the cup. 14 158 H YM H E E N S O N A V N .

u l Rest , ye worldly tum ts , rest ; Here let all be peace and joy

Grief no more shall rend our breast ,

ou r Tears no more shall dew eye .

- Heaven directed spirits , rise To the temple of the skies !

Join the ranks of angels bright , N th ’ ’ ear Eternal s dazzling light . Halleluj ah !

11 215 aah t e ﬁln r iﬁh 3 53 h e .

H . H . MI L M AN .

WHAT means yon blaze on high ?

sk The empyrean y,

n Like the rich veil of some proud fane , is rendi g ;

I se e the star-paved land

Where all the angels stand ,

a Even to the highest height in burning rows scending ,

n di Some with their wi gs sspread ,

And bowed the stately head ,

’ o n of As some mission God s love departing,

Like ﬂames from midnight con ﬂ ag r ation starting ;

e ! B hold the appointed messengers are they ,

w u r And nearest earth they ait to waft o souls away .

H Y H E E 160 MN S O N A V N .

Again , I see again

The great victorious train , i The martyr army from their toils repos ng,

The blood- red robes they wear

Empurpling all the air,

Even their immortal limbs the signs, of wounds dis closing ; ! Oh , holy Stephen thou

Ar t o n there , and thy brow i Hast still the placid sm le it wore in dying,

When , under the heaped stones in anguish lying,

Thy clasping hands were fondly spread to heaven ,

' An d thy last accents prayed thy foes might be forgiven .

! Beyond , ah who is there With the white snowy hair ?

’ ’ Tis He , tis He , the Son of man , appearing At the right hand of One , The darkness of whose throne

That sun- eyed host behold with awe and fearin g ;

’ i n O er him the ra nbow Spri gs , And spreads its emerald wings

’ se a o e r ar chin Down to the glassy , his loftiest seat g .

- Hark ! thunders from his throne , like steel clad armies marching The Chr ist ! the Christ commands us to his home !

Jesus , Redeemer , Lord , we come , we come , we come ! WH O ARE I N H E A VE N? 16 1

ll n S in g in g ﬁn lr n j h.

E i Y angels , pra se the Lord ;

His wondrous works proclaim , At whose creating word

You into being came .

n Endowed with strength and holi ess ,

In realms of everlasting bliss ,

Where glory makes the day ,

’ ’ Tis you rs a higher bliss to know

Th e Source from whence your blessings d An his commands obey .

Ye h eard the voice that bade Creation spring to light ;

Creation rose , displayed f In majesty o might . Unnumbered worlds in order stood ;

saw th e God work , pronounced it good , While all your h osts adored ; li Their ving harps to praise were strung, The heavens with hallelujahs rung

To the Creator , Lord .

h of A higher t eme praise , A brighter Sun has beamed ; The subject of your lays A dying world redeemed ; H Y H E E 1 62 MN S O N A V N .

! Glory to God ! was then ' your song ; Redemption will the strain prolong Through all eternity ; Creation ’s theme may die away

Like stars before the morning ray,

But this can never die .

Your portion is increase

Of love , and bliss , and praise ; The works of God ne ’er cease

His attributes to raise .

of Oh height praise in heaven above , Wh en all the mighty plan of love Accomplished shall appear

When , crowned by her Messiah s side ,

a The church , his purch sed , spotless bride , Shall all your blessings share

Waitin n n n dash g p .

E DM U N D S PE N S E R .

ANGELS bright All glistening glorious in their Maker’s light

’ To them the heaven s illimitable hight (Not this round heaven which we from hence beh old

A of dorned with thousand lamps burning light ,

H Y H E E 164 MN S O N A V N .

of m Odors , in folds fragrant fu es ,

Pervade the ravished skies , w Whilst angels form , ith arching plumes ,

A ﬁr mamen t of eyes .

a They gaze , and as they g ze they shine ,

An d i m as they sh ne ad ire ,

With adoration all divine ,

All fi . love , all life , all re

No temple there is made with hands , By human priesthood trod

Al - V one the once slain ictim stands , i The liv ng Lamb of God .

Witn esses for 28118 3 .

P H I L I P D O DD R I D G E .

O YE immortal thr ong

r Of angels round the th one , Join with ou r feeble song To make the Saviour known ; On earth ye knew His wondr ous grace ; His beauteous face

In heaven ye view . WH O AR E I N H E A VE N ? 16 5

Ye saw the heaven-born child I n human ﬂesh arrayed ,

Benevolent and mild , While in the manger laid ;

An d praise to God ,

An d peace on earth , For such a birth

Proclaimed aloud .

Ye in the wilderness

Beheld the tempter spoiled , l We l known in every dress , I n every combat foiled , An d joyed to crown The Victor’s head When Satan ﬂed

Before his frown .

Aroun d the bloody tree 'Ye pressed with strong desir e

see That wondrous sight to , The Lord of life expire ;

An d , could your eyes

Have known a tear, Had dropped it there

In sad surprise . 166 Y H E E H MN S O N A V N .

Around hi s sacred tomb t A willing wa ch ye keep , Till the blest moment come To rouse him from his sleep ;

Then rolled the stone , An d all adored Your risin g Lord

With joy un known .

Wh en all arrayed in light

n The shini g Conqueror rode , Ye hailed his rapturous ﬂight

of Up to the throne God , An d waved around

n Your golden wi gs , An d struck your strings

Of sweetest sound .

The warbling notes pursue ,

An d louder anthems raise , While mortals si ng with you

’ Their own Redeemer s praise ;

An d thou , my heart ,

With equal ﬂame ,

An d joy the same ,

Perform thy part .

H E E 168 H Y MN S O N A V N .

They brought his chariot from above

To bear him to his throne ,

Clapped their triumphant wings , and cried , ! The glorious work is done ! !

Eastman n I ﬁ g e a.

L E I G H R I C HM O N D .

HARK ! how the angels , as they ﬂy,

of sk Sing through the reg ions the y,

n Beari g an infant in their arms ,

’ Securely freed from sin s alarms .

’ Welcome , dear babe , to Jesus breast , Forever there in joy to rest ;

’ o Welcome to Jesus c urts above ,

’ To sing thy great Redeemer s love .

We left the heavens and ﬂew to earth To watch thee at thy mortal birth ; i ’ ll Obedient to thy Sav our s wi ,

We stayed to love and guard thee still .

We , thy protecting angels , came

’ To se e thee blessed in Jesus name ;

When the baptismal seal was given ,

To of . mark thee , child , an heir heaven WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 169

When the resistless call of death

Bade thee resign thy infant breath , i When parents wept , and thou didst sm le ,

We were thy guardians all the while .

’ New with the lightning s Speed we bear The child committed to ou r care ;

With anthems , such as angels sing,

! We ﬂy to bear thee to our King .

Thus , sweetly borne , he ﬂies to rest ; ’ ’ t We know tis well , nay , more , tis bes ;

’ When we our pilgrim s path have trod ,

Oh , may we ﬁnd him with ou r God ! 15 IV. S KI RT S GL O RI FI ED.

e Ehe ﬁn n semeh of the it m.

G I L E S F LE T C H E R .

ERE may the band that now in triumph

Shines ,

An d st -d that , before they were inve thus

In earthly bodies carried heavenly minds ,

Pitch round about , in order glorious ,

Their sunny tents and houses luminous , All their eternal day in songs employing ,

o in of J y g their end , without end their joying ,

While their Almighty Prince destruction is destroying .

Thei r Slg ht drinks lovely ﬁre in at their eyes ; i The r breath sweet incense with ﬁne breath accloys ,

’ That on God s Sweating altar burning lies Their hungry ears feed on the heavenly noise

That angels sin g to tell their untold joys ;

Their understanding , naked truth , their wills

- ff ﬁl The all and self su icient goodness ls ,

n n That nothi g here is wanti g but the want of ills . 170

H E E H YJPI N S ON A V N .

i It is no ﬂam ng lustre , made of light ,

0 or - N sweet consent , well tuned harmony, m A brosia , for to feast the appetite ,

Or ﬂowery odor mixed with spicery,

or No soft embrace , pleasure bodily ;

An d n of yet it is a ki d inward feast , A W i harmony that sounds ith n the breast ,

An odor , light , embrace , in which the soul doth

A f t heavenly eas no hunger can consume , A i light unseen , yet Sh nes in every place ,

A sound no time can steal , a sweet perfume

an b No winds c scatter , an entire em race That no satiety can e ’er unlace

In r aced g into so high a favor there ,

- The saints with their beau peers whole worlds outwear ,

An d n se e h thi gs unseen do , and t ings unheard do hear . Q

Ye blessed souls , grown richer by your spoil , h Whose loss , t ough great , is cause of greater gains ;

Here may your wearied spirits rest from toil , Spending your endless evening that remains Among those white ﬂocks and celestial trains ’ m That feed upon their Shepherd s eyes , and fra e

of That heavenly music so wondrous fame ,

his n Psalming aloud the holy honors of ame . WH O ARE IN H E A VE N ? 173

tn h s f Witn ﬁhe Gi n eaaea.

C HA R L E S W E S L E Y .

YE happy souls , no longer tossed Like us on life ’s tempestuous sea

Who cannot now be Shipwrecked , lost ,

Safe landed in eternity , Ar e mortals banished from your mind ? Or think yeof your friends behin d ?

’Tis Jesus bids us keep in view Your active faith and patient hope ;

As ye your Lord , we follow you ,

a And wait for him to t ke us up,

’ Our closest fellowship t improve ,

Our fellowship with saints above .

Till then we hold your memory dear,

Which now relieves our drooping heart ; Like us ye mourned and suffered here

u s Like ye languished to depart ,

An d w labored on ith painful strife ,

An d of dragged the heavy load life .

But oh ! your evil day is past ; Accomplished is your warfare here ;

An d t more than conquerors at las ,

sad Our , desponding hearts ye cheer ; 15* H E E 174 H Y MN S O N A V N .

Ye bid us still your steps pursue ,

An d we Shall more than conquer too .

Encompassed with so great a cloud

Of witnesses , who Speak , though dead ,

ou r We cast aside every load , And follow where our Lord hath led r With patience run the appointed ace ,

An d die to see his glorious face .

n ei n t h Ehe étm n p e .

‘ O H O H O O W . F R M T E G E RMAN F DAC , B Y L N G F E LL

OH how blest are ye whose toils are ended Who through death have unto God ascende d Ye have arisen

From the cares Which keep us still in prison .

t We are s ill as in a dungeon living , Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving ; Our undertakings

- e n . Ar but toils , and troubles , and heart breaki gs

Ye meanwhile are in your chambers Sleeping ,

set Q uiet , and free from all our weeping ;

N0 cross nor trial

Hinders yo u r enjoyments with denial .

H E E 176 H Y MN S O N A V N .

Till the great celestial army ,

Stretching far beyond the poles , Became the eternal symbol

i of Of the m ghty march souls .

Onward , forever onward , Red Mars led down his clan ;

An d the moon , like a mailed maiden

Was riding in the van .

An d some were bright in beauty , An d some were faint and small ; But these might be in their greatest height

of The noblest them all .

Downward , forever downward ,

’ Behind Earth s dusky Shore ,

They passed into the unknown night , w They passed , and ere no more .

? sa so No more Oh , y not An d downward is not just For the sight is weak and the sense is di m

That looks through heated dust .

The stars and the mailed moon ,

die Though they seem to fall and , Still sweep with their embattled lines k An endless reach of s y . WH O A RE IN HE A VE N ? 1 77

An d though the hills of death

May hide the bright array , The marshalled brotherhood of sou ls

Still keeps its upward way .

Upward , forever upward ,

see I their march sublime , An d hear the glorious music

Of the conquerors of Time .

An d long let me remember

al That the p est, faintest one , May to diviner vision be A bright and blessed sun .

ahn - ar ﬁ Ee er s.

J . M O NT G O M E R Y .

ALMS P of glory , raiment bright,

Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light

Priests , and kings , and conquerors they .

Yet the conquerors bring their palms

To the Lamb amidst the throne ,

And proclaim , in joyful psalms ,

Victory through His cross alone . ' 1 78 II I JI N S ON H E A VE N .

fo r Kings harps their crowns resig n , i Cry ng, as they strike the chords ,

Take the kingdom , it is thine ,

! King of kings , and Lord of lords !

Round the altar priests confess ,

If their robes are white as snow,

’ ’ Twas the Saviour s ri ghteousness

so . And his blood , that made them

? Who were these On earth they dwelt ,

’ Sinners once of Adam s race ; f Guilt , and fear, and suf ering felt ,

But were saved by sovereign grace .

They were mortal , too , like us

Ah ! when we like them must die ,

May our souls , translated thus ,

Triumph , reign , and shine on high !

° 3idi t ar e Ohoae ?

O O S H S S W I N K W O B B T . F R M TH E G E R MAN F C E NK . B Y MI

’ WHO are those before God s throne ,

What the crowned host I se e

As t e - e h sky , with stars thick str wn , Is their Shining company ;

u Hallel jahs , hark , they sing ;

Solemn praise to God they bring .

1 80 H Y H E E MN S O N A V N .

They are branches of that Stem t 5 Who ha h our salvation been ; In the blood He shed for them Have they made their raiment clean ;

Hence they wear such radiant dress ,

Clad in Spotless holiness .

They are those who hourly here

Served as priests before their Lord ,

ff n wi O eri g up , th gladsome cheer, Soul and body at hi s word

Now , within the holy place , b They ehold him face to face .

As the harts at noonday pant

For the river fresh and clear, Did their souls oft lon g and faint For the living Fountain here Now their thirst is quenched ; they

s With the Lord they loved o well .

Thitherwards I stretch my hands

O Lord Jesus , day by day ,

In thy house in these strange lands ,

Compassed round with foes , I pray ,

Let me si n k not in the war

Drive for me my foe s afar . WI1 0 A R E IN H E A VE N ? 1 81

Cast my lot in earth and heaven i With thy sa nts , made like to thee Let my bonds be also riven ;

Make thy child , who loves thee , free

Near the throne where thou . dost Shine ,

May a place at last be mine .

Ah ! that bliss can ne ’er be told w When , ith all that army bright ,

Thee , my Sun , I shall behold

t - ! Shining, s ar like , with thy light

M en ! thanks be brought to thee , Praise through all eternity !

i t art O e r s . h c{f w y

TEN thousand times ten thousand sung the Loud anthems round throne ,

lo ! When , one solitary tongue

Began a song unknown , A song unknown to angel ears , A song that told of banished fears ,

and -u Of pardoned Sins dried p tears .

No t one of all the heavenly host

Could these high notes attain ; But spirits from a distant coast

United in the strain , 16 " JI N S N H E E 18 H Y O A V N .

Till he who ﬁrst began the song , ff To sing alone not su ered long,

Was mingled with a countless throng .

And still , as hours are ﬂeeting by , The angels ever bear

- n Some newly ra somed soul on high , To join the chorus there l And so the song wi l louder grow,

Till all , redeemed by Christ below,

To that fair world of rapture go .

Oh give me , Lord , my golden harp ,

And tune my broken voice , That I may Sing of troubles sharp Excha n ged for endless joys ;

’ The song that ne er was heard before ,

h e A sinner reached t heavenly shore ,

But now shall sound for evermore .

s t 011 dihn mpin n s 6 .

H . H . MI LMAN .

a n d SING to the Lord ! let harp , and lute , voice

Up to the expanding gates of heaven rejoice , While the bright martyrs to their rest are borne ;

1 84 H YM H E E N S O N A V N .

Enwrap this wild and restless world of man

When the Judge rides upon the enthroning wind , And o ’er all generations of mankind

Eternal Justice waves its winnowing fan ,

’ in ﬁn it s To vast y remotest space ,

While ages run their everlasting race ,

b eatiﬁc Shall all the hosts prolong ,

’ e a Wid as the glory of the Lamb , the Lamb s triumph nt song Y. OUR SRINTED FRI EN DS

On e" Oat r ien h s . h; cti

H E N R Y A L F O R D .

NE , and another , pass they and are gone ,

- Ou r early friends . Like mi nute bells of

heaven ,

ﬁtfu l Across our path in wailings driven ,

’ Hear we death s tidings ever and anon .

A n little longer , and we stand alo e

fe w A more strokes of the Almighty rod , And the dread presence of the voice of God

About our footsteps shall be heard and known .

Toil on , toil on , thou weary , weary arm ;

e - H pe ever onward , heavy laden heart ;

’ Let the false charmer ne er so wisely charm

ou r Listen we not , but ply task apart ,

f w r Cheering each hour o work ith thoughts of est ,

An d w ith their love who labored and are blest . 16* 185 186 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

" ristin n rs t e ’ din e Gih ﬁ he.

C HA R LE S W E S L E Y .

WEEP not for a brother deceased ;

Ou r loss is his inﬁnite gain

A soul out of prison released , And freed from its bodily chain ;

With songs let us follow his ﬂight ,

And mount with his spirit above ,

of Escaped to the mansions light ,

And lodged in the Eden of love .

Our brother the haven hath gained ,

Out-ﬂ yin g the tempest and wind ; His rest he hath sooner obtained t And lef his companions behind ,

of t Still tossed on a sea dis ress , Hard toiling to make the blest shore

an d Where all is assurance peace ,

in And sorrow and s are no more .

There all the ship ’s company meet Who sailed with the Savi our beneath

With shouting each other they greet ,

’ And triumph o er sorrow and death ;

’ The voyage of life s at an end ; The mortal afﬂiction is past ;

The age that in heaven they Spend ,

an d Forever ever Shall last .

188 H YMN S O N H E A VE N

Oh who , in such a world as this ,

of Could bear their lot pain , Did not one radiant hOpe of bliss Unclouded yet remain ? That hope the sovereign Lord has given

Who reigns above the Skies , Hope that unites ou r souls to heaven

’ By faith s enduring ties .

Each care , each ill of mortal birth

sen t Is in pitying love ,

To lift the lingering heart from earth , And speed its ﬂight above

n d A every pang that wrings the breast ,

And every joy that dies , Tells us to seek a purer rest

An d trust to holier ties .

i di n t gft ien h.

ANDREWS NORTON.

HE has gone to his God , he has gone to N0 more amid peril and error to roam His eyes are no longer dim ; His feet will no more falter ; No grief can follow him ;

hi s al No pang cheek can ter . WH O A RE I N H E A VE N ? 1 89

There are paleness , and weeping , and sighs below ,

For our faith is faint , and our tears will ﬂow ;

But the harps of heaven are ringing ,

Glad angels come to greet him ,

A nd hymns of joy are singing ,

hile ~ ld W o friends press to meet him .

O honored , beloved , to earth unconﬁned ,

Thou hast soared on high , thou hast left us behind But our parting i s not forever ; We will follow thee by heaven ’s light Where the grave cannot dissever

The souls whom God will unite .

e i h e s gh e ? gift en Ii j iein g .

H ’ O think that , while you re weeping here His hand a golden harp is stringi ng ;

And , with a voice serene and clear ,

His ransomed soul , without a tear ,

’ His Saviour s praise is singing !

An d i think that all his pa ns are ﬂed , i His to ls and sorrows closed forever ,

While He , whose blood for man was shed ,

’ Has placed upon his servant s , head

A crown that fadeth never . 190 H Y MN S O N H E A VE N

An d think that , in that awful day ,

su n m When darkness and oon is shading , The form that midst its kindred clay

Your trembling hands prepare to lay ,

Shall rise to life unfadin g

Then weep no more for him who ’s gone

’ Where sin and suffering ne er shall enter ; t But on hat great High Priest alone ,

Who can for guilt like ours atone ,

Your o wn affections centre .

For thus , while round your lowly bier

v v Sur i ing friends are sadly bending ,

Your souls , like his , to Jesus dear,

Shall wing their ﬂight to yonder Sphere ,

Faith lightest pinions lending .

n d A thus , when to the silent tomb

Your lifeless dust like his is given , i L ke faith Shall whisper , midst the gloom ,

That yet again , in youthful bloom ,

That dust shall smile in heaven .

N H E E 192 H YM S O N A V N.

Is this her home

I ask , in solemn tone .

Behold , the Lord is here ;

The Lamb of God is near , To lead her into pastures ever fair An d point her to the living waters there ; See ! robed in light She stands Amid the angel bands ; Her hand a harp i s stringing ;

Its notes through heaven ar e rin ging ;

’ ! n Oh , list the song She s si ging,

Most joyful is the tone ,

! ! Heaven is my home .

Where is mg gift ien h ?

M . . B A R B A U D R S A NNA L L .

PURE Spirit 1 Oh where art thou now ? Oh whi sper to my soul ! Oh let some soothing thought of thee This bitter grief control !

’ Tis not for thee the tears I shed ;

’ Thy sufferings now are o er ;

sea The is calm , the tempest past ,

On that eternal Shore . WH O A RE IN H E A VE N ? 1 93

No more the storms that wreck thy peace l Sha l tear that gentle breast ,

’ ’ N n or i or summer s rage , w nter s cold,

Thy poor, poor frame molest .

Thy peace is sealed , thy rest is sure ; My sorrows are to come ; A while I weep and linger here ,

Then follow to the tomb .

An d is the awful veil withdrawn

That shrouds from mortal eyes ,

In deep , impenetrable gloom , The secrets of the skies ?

of Oh , in some dream visioned bliss ,

Some trance of rapture , Show

on Where , the bosom of thy God ,

’ Thou r e st st from human woe !

Thence may thy pure devotion ’s ﬂame

On me , on me descend ;

To me thy strong , aspiring hopes ,

Thy faith , thy fervors , lend .

l Let these my lonely path i lume , An d teach my wakened mind

’ To welcome all that s left of good ,

’ To all that s lost resigned . 17 194 H Y MN S O N H E A VE N .

! Farewell with honor, peace , and love , Be thy dear memory blest !

Thou hast no tears for me to Shed ,

When I , too , am at rest .

o l? sn h uben Wh Retin a R . J O HN M I L T O N

HEN W Faith and Love , which parted from thee never ,

Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God , Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load

t i . Of dea h , called life , wh ch us from life doth sever

‘ ks an d Thy wor , and alms , all thy good endeavor ,

Staid not behind , nor in the grave were trod ; i But, as Faith po nted with her golden rod ,

Follo wed thee up to joy and bliss forever .

on Love led them , and Faith , who knew them best ,

’ Thy handmaids , clad them o er with purple beams

An d so azure wings , that up they ﬂew drest And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes

Before the Judge , who henceforth bade thee rest ,

An d drink thy ﬁll of pure immortal streams .

196 H Y MN S ON H E A VE N .

She is in heaven , that thou , like her Mayst shine with pure and steadfast light ;

Attract their eye whose footsteps err ,

An d guide their wandering feet aright .

ll She is in heaven , but sti , unseen , With hers thy notes of praise may blend ;

On the same Rock thy soul may lean ,

To the same centre hourly tend .

in She is heaven , that thou mayst prove

’ How blest the Christian s darkest lot ; ’ i ’ Earth s joys may fa l , earth s props remove ,

But God , thy portion , changes not .

She is in heaven . When thou art faint ,

And wouldst thy weary race were run , Think that the voice of that loved saint

! Whispers , The prize will soon be won !

i s — She m heaven , has crossed ere noon th ’ The stream which bounds eternal land , And wilt thou not rejoin her soon ?

Yes , though till eve thou waiting stand . WH O A RE I N H E A VE N ? 197

f n shan h mg Zé .

SAY , how can I with lightsome feet

’ Life s rugged pathway tread , Since he who once did cheer me on

Lies silent now and dead ,

N0 more with soothing words to cheer , And soon disperse my rising fear ?

How can I to the festive board

A u willing g est repair, Since he who was my earthly all Will not conduct me there

’ for Tis vain me to Spread the feast ,

Since he I love is not a guest .

And when around the quiet hearth

My children fondly meet , What angu ish ﬁlls my inmost soul

To See that vacant seat ,

Where the loved father used to smile ,

And our obtruding cares beguile .

But why indulge these notes of grief ? Why should I thus complain ? What now to me is loss severe

Is his eternal gain . I bow submissive to the rod ;

It raised a saint to dwell with God . 17. H H E E 1 93 Y MN S O N A V N.

fe w A more suns may run their course,

While I in sadness weep , Then by his side in sweet repose I shall securely sleep Then sh all my soul with rapture soar Where saints Shall meet to part no more

s ﬁt ifn st.

! THE loved and lost ! why do we call them lost Because we miss them from ou r onward road ?

’ ’ ou r God s unseen angel o er pathway crossed ,

Looked on us all , and loving them the most ,

’ Straightway relieved them from life s weary load .

They are not lost ; they are within the door

That shuts out loss , and every hurtful thing , W ith angels bright , and loved ones gone before ,

’ In their Redeemer s presence evermore ,

An d u d c a n d God himself their Lord , and J g ,

And this we call a loss ; O selﬁsh sorrow Of selﬁsh hearts ! 0 we of li ttle faith !

Let us look round , some argument to borrow, Why we in patience should await the morrow

That surely must succeed this night of death .

S H E E 200 H YMN O N A V N .

We will do likewise ; death hath made no breach

In love and sympathy , in hope and trust ; N o outward Sign or sound our ears can reach ,

’ But there s an inward , Spiritual speech ,

u s . That greets still , though mortal tongues be dust

It bids us do the work that they laid down ,

off i Take up the song where they broke the stra n , So journeying till we reach the heavenly town

ar e Where laid up our treasures and our crown ,

An d u r e l i o lost loved on s wi l be found aga n . VI. REDEE M D E CH I L DRE N .

O e Ghn e wan teh h .

OD looked among his cherub band , A n d one was wanting there To Swell along the holy land m The hy ns of praise and prayer .

One little soul which long had been

’ sk Half way tween earth and y, Untempted in a world of

He watched with loving eye .

It was too promising a ﬂower

To bloom upon this earth ,

An d God did g ive it angel power,

r An d bright celestial bi th .

The world was all too bleak and cold To yield it quiet rest

- God brought it to his shepherd fold ,

An d laid it on his breast . H YM N H E E 202 NS O A V N .

’ in i There , mother , thy Sav our s arms ,

u n de ﬁle d Forever , A mid the little cherub band , I l s thy beloved chi d .

! e t amba st at eist Oh i h .

’ HEY s T were gathered early , earth young and

Time cannot touch them , nor woe , nor care

Safe in the harbor of endless rest ,

’ n The babes are cradled o Jesus breast .

of There are eyes of sapphire , and locks gold ,

And roseate hues , in that little fold ; i l i ’ Music untaught , l ke the wi d b rd s song,

In gushes burst from the cherub throng .

From silken couches , and beds of down , Through the dusky ways of the crowded town

a By h ll , and village , and moorland bleak ,

Have the angels travelled those buds to seek .

s And ome who were born to an earthly crown ,

When the angels whispered , they laid it down ;

’ Twas a weary weight for those tiny heads ,

So they died uncrowned in their little beds .

H E E 204 H YMN S O N A V N .

i The lambs of Christ by the founts and r lls ,

’ th e O er heights of the everlasting hills , They follow with joy the Bridegroom ’s train I ? f ye love , can ye wish them back again

Where are theh ﬁsts ?

WHERE are they now who used at morn to gambol , ? Like bounding roebucks , in our sunny path

ou r Where are they now who shared evening ramble , An d made the green wood vocal with their laugh

’ h h zr W ere are they now, from eart s glad pathway rive

We trust , in heaven .

Wh ere are they now ? The early birds are singing Th eir joyful melodies to earth and air , While all around the song of h Ope is ringing ; Why come they not with us the scene to share ?

No ; higher joys than ours to them are given ,

We trust , in heaven .

Where are they now ? The spring’s young charms are

breaking ,

To deck fair nature with their buddin g bloom ;

’ All things from winter s cold embrace ar e waking All Save the tenants of the dreary t omb ;

’ l da Their spring shal dawn , and death s rk bonds be riven ,

We trust , in heaven . WH O A RE I N H E A VE N ? 205

w t s he S ee ﬁ s .

CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT .

OH could I pierce that deep abyss

Which parts the unseen world from this ,

u I would behold yo r seats in bliss , Sweet babes

i Would v ew your souls without a stain , ’ i In God s own image br ght again ,

An d feel that death for you was gain , Sweet babes !

An d I would hear that matchless song

Swelled by the bright celestial throng,

‘ An d catch ou r m y notes the choir a ong , Sweet babes !

Thrice happy travellers ! how soon

’ Your task is o er, your work is done ;

How short a race your prize has won , Sweet babes !

No toil nor care ye need bestow To make the ﬂowers of virtue blow ;

Spontaneous in that clime they grow, Sweet babes 1 H YM H E E 206 N S O N A V N .

a There , sown in congenial bed ,

Each heavenly blossom rears its head , f There blooms , and there is per ected , Sweet babes

An d can we mourn that God , in love , Saw ﬁt so early to remove Your spirits to his courts above Sweet babes ?

h In this dark world , with dangers fraug t

au h What snares your footsteps might have c g t ,

What woe and ruin sin have wrought , Sweet babes

There was a heavenly Friend who knew

What perils would your path bestrew,

And in his arms he sheltered you , Sweet babes

’ i From earth s polluted reg on far, He bade you breathe a purer air ;

How pure , when God himself is there Sweet babes

Could those who now their couch bedew i With bitter tears your glory v ew ,

’ Ne cr would they weep again for you , Sweet babe s !

YﬂI N S ON H E 208 H A VE N .

Now like a dew-drop shrined i With n a crystal stone ,

’ Thou r t safe in heaven , my dove ,

of Safe with the Source love , i The Everlast ng One .

An d when the hour arrives

From ﬂesh that sets me free , Thy spirit may await

’ The ﬁrst at heaven s gate

To meet and welcome me .

iIh tn mnteh my; GIh ﬁ .

TH O MA S W A RD .

HOU T bright and starlike Spirit , i That , in my visions w ld ,

’ ’ see mi d I heaven s seraphic host , ? Oh , canst thou be my child

M y grief is quenched in wonder,

! And pride arrests my sighs A branch from this unworthy stock

Ne w blossoms in the skies . WH O ARE IN HE A VE N ? 209

Our hopes of thee were lofty ; But have we cause to grieve ?

Oh , could our fondest , proudest wish A nobler fate conceive

A little weeper tearless ,

sin The sinner snatched from , The babe to more than manh ood grown Ere childhood did begin ?

An d I , thy earthly teacher Would blush thy powers to see ; w Thou art to me a parent n o ,

An d l I a chi d to thee .

What bliss is born of sorrow !

’ Tis never sent in vain ; The heavenly Surgeon maims to save ;

He gives no useless pain .

Our God , to call us homeward ,

His l on y Son sent down ,

An d i ou r now, st ll more to tempt hearts ,

Has r wn taken up ou o .

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T H E E P H R A R M U S F R O M S Y R IA C O F S Y R .

’ HILD n C , by God s sweet mercy give

To thy mother and to me ,

Entering this world of sorrows ,

hi s a so see By gr ce , fair to ,

as i n m Fair some sweet ﬂower sum er,

’ e Till death s hand on the was laid ,

Scorched the beauty from my ﬂower, Made the tender petals fade

Yet I dare not weep nor murmur, For I know the Ki ng of kings

a - Leads thee to his m rriage chamber,

n To the glorious bridal bri gs .

Nature fain would have me weeping ; Love asserts her mournful right ;

But I answer, they have brought thee To the happy world of light ;

An d i I fear that my lament ngs ,

AS I speak thy cherished name , Desecrate the royal dwelling m Fear to meet deserved bla e ,

of If I press , with tears anguish , Into the abode of joy ;

n Therefore will I , meekly bowi g ,

ff . O er thee to God , my boy

212 H Y MN S O N H E A VE N

Ah , might I wish , ah , might I choose ,

Then thou , my star , Shouldst live ,

’ An d gladly for thy sake I d lose All else that life can give ;

’ sa wi Oh fain I d y, Abide th me , The sun shine of my house to be ; N e 0 oth r joy but this I crave , i To love thee , darl ng, to my grave .

m Thus saith my heart , and eans it well ; God meaneth better still ;

My love is more than words can tell ,

His love is greater still

am I a father , he the Head

An d o f Crown fathers , whence is shed The life and love from which have sprung

All blessed ties in old and youn g .

son I long for thee , my , my own , An d He who once hath gi ven

his r Will have thee now beside th one,

To live with him in heaven . A I cry , las , my light , my child But God hath welcome on him smiled

An d ! said , My child , I keep thee near,

! For there is nought but gladness here . WH O A RE I N H E A VE N ? 213

oh Oh blessed word , deep decree More holy than we thi nk ! With God no grief or woe can be ;

to No bitter cup drink ,

N or o sickening hopes , no want care ,

0 N hurt , can ever reach him there ;

’ Yes , in that Father s sheltered home

I know that sorrow cannot come .

We pass ou r nights in wakeful thought For our dear children ’s sake All day ou r anxious toil hath sought How best for them to make A future safe from care or need Yet seldom do ou r schemes succeed ; How seldom does their future prove

What we had planned for those we love .

How many a child of promise fair

Ere now hath gone astray , By ill example taught to dare Forsake Christ ’s holy way

a is Oh fearful the rew rd then , f ! The wrath o God , the scorn of men The bitterest tears that e ’er are shed

Ar e his who mourns a child misled . 2 H Y ON H E E 14 MN S A V N .

But now I need not fear for thee Where thou art all is well ;

’ see For thou thy Father s face dost , With Jesus thou dost dwell ! i Yes , cloudless joys around him sh ne ; His heart shall never ache like min e He sees the radiant armies glow

That keep and guide us here below .

He hears their singi ng evermore ;

His little voice , too , sings

’ He drinks of wisdom s deepest lore ; He‘ speaks of secret things That we can never see or know

’ or Howe er we seek strive , below, While yet amid the mists we stand

That veil thi s dark and tearful land .

Oh that I could but watch afar,

An d hearken but a while

To that sweet song that hath no jar , And see his heavenly smile

As he doth praise the holy God Who made him pure for that abode ! In tears of joy full well I know This burdened heart would overﬂow ;

2 1 6 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

My glad ear caught its rustle ,

Then , sweeping by , he stole The dew-drop that his coming

Had cherished in my soul .

m Oh , he had been y solace

When grief my spirit swayed , An d on his fragile being Had tender hopes been stayed i Where thought , where feel ng lingered ,

His form was sure to glide , An d in the lone night watches

’ Twas ever by my side .

He came ; but as the blossom

Its petals closes up , An d hides them from the tempest

a Within its sh ttering cup , So he his spirit gathered

Back to his frightened breast ,

’ An d passed from earth s grim threshold ,

’ To be the Saviour s guest .

M I y boy , ah me the sweetness , The anguish of that word !

M -dr y boy , when in strange night eams

My slumbering soul is stirred , WH O A R E I N H E A VE N ? 217

When music ﬂoats around me , When soft lips touch my brow d An whisper gentle greetings ,

me ? Oh , tell , is it thou

on e I know , by sweet token , My Charlie is not dead ;

" One golden clue he left me, As on his track he sped Were he some gem or blossom

hi - But fas oned for to day , My love would slowly perish

With his dissolving clay .

n Oh , by this deathless yearni g,

Which is not idly given , By the delicious nearness

My spirit feels to heaven ,

- By dreams that throng my night sleep ,

vi By sions of the day ,

’ By whispers when I m erring,

n I By prompti gs when pray ,

so I know this . life cherished , Which sprang beneath my heart Which formed of my own being

So beautiful a part , 19 218 Y H MN S O N H E A VE N .

W This precious , insome creature ,

u n ﬂ ed ed My g , voiceless dove ,

’ n o w Lifts a seraph s pinion ,

And warbles lays of love .

Oh , I would not recall thee ,

My glorious angel-boy ;

Thou needest not my bosom , Rare bird of light and joy ;

- Here dash I down the tear drops ,

Still gathering in my eyes , — di Blest oh , how blest in ad ng A seraph to the ski es !

that n fn n t i an tei S ch g h .

W . . J . C UNNIN G HAM

SWEET ou r babe , she glanced into world to

ou r A sample of misery , Then turned away her languid eye

or . To drop a tear two, and die

’ Sweet babe , she tasted of life s bitter cup , Refused to drink the potion up ;

But turned her little head aside ,

Disgusted with the taste , and died .

220 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

U h 3 ifamh Qf I eh.

O O W . M E I N H O LD S S W I N H W O R T F R M TH E G E RMAN F , B Y MI

ENTLE G Shepherd , thou hast stilled Now thy little lamb ’s long weeping mi Ah ! how peaceful , pale , and ld ,

’ In its narrow bed tis sleeping ; And no sigh of ang uish sore

Heaves that little bosom more .

of i In this world care and pa n ,

Lord , thou wouldst no longer leave To the sunny heavenly plain Dost thou now with joy receive it ;

Clothed in robes of spotless white , N l ow it dwe ls with thee in light .

Ah , Lord Jesus , grant that we

Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see That its heav enly food are giving ;

Then the gain of death we prove ,

Though thou take what most we love .

H YM N S ON H E A VE N

f Oh what amazing joys they eel ,

While to their golden harps they sing, A n d sit on eve ry heavenly hill A n d spread the triumphs of their King !

When shall the day , dear Lord , appear

That I shall mount to dwell above , An d stand and bow amongst them there

An d view thy face , and sing, and love

d in tn it t i tt s E i t g h he r ﬁing .

HARK ! hark ! the voice of ceaseless

’ Ar ound Jehovah s throne ! Song s of celestial joy they raise

To mortal lips unknown .

sea Upon the of glass they stand , In shining robes o f light ; The harps of God are in their hand ;

They rest not day or night .

’ Oh for an angel s perfect love ,

’ A seraph s soaring wing,

To sing , with thousand saints above ,

The triumphs of ou r King . WH A T A RE T H E Y D O IN G I N H E A VE N ?

ou r On earth feeble voice we try , In weakness and in shame ;

We bless , we laud , we magnify,

We conquer in his name .

! But, oh with pure and sinless heart

His mercies to adore ,

My God , to know thee as thou art , Nor grieve thy Spirit more !

! ! Oh , blessed hope a little while ,

An d we , amidst that throng ,

’ Shall live in our Redeemer s smile,

’ An d the swell angels song .

er a s fait Otehn teh tr ai S hh h S n s .

I S AA C W ATT S .

SERAPHS with elevated strai ns

r Circle the th one around , An d move and charm the starry plains

With an immortal sound .

Jesus the Lord their harps employs ;

Jesus , my love , they sing ;

of ou r Jesus , the name both joys , d r Soun s sweet from eve y string . H YJI N S ON H E E A V N.

Hark , how beyond the narrow bounds

Of time and space they run ,

And speak , in most majestic sounds , The Godhead of the Son ;

H ’ ow on the Father s breast he lay,

hi s The darling of soul , Inﬁnite years before the day

Or heavens began to roll .

An d now they Sink the lofty tones ,

And gentler notes they play , ‘ And bring the eternal Godhead down e To dw ll in humble clay .

Oh sacred b e au tie s bf the Man ! The God resides within

His h ﬂesh all pure , wit out a stain ,

Hi s wi in soul thout a s .

Then how he looked , and how he smiled ; W hat wondrous things he said hi Sweet cherubs , stay , dwell here a w le ,

An d tell what Jesus di d .

At his command the blind awake , An d feel the gladsome rays H e bids the dumb attempt to speak ,

They try their tongues in praise .

228 H YM H E E N S O N A V N.

In awful state the conquering God

A hi s scends shining throne , Whi le tun eful angels sound abroad

The victories he has won .

N ow let me rise and join their song , A nd be an angel too ;

My heart , my hand , my ear, my tongue , ’ f Here s joyful work or you .

I would begin the music here An d so my soul should rise ; Oh for some heavenly notes to bear My spirit to the skies !

There ye that .love my Saviour sit ;

There I would fain have place , Am ongst your thrones , or at your feet ,

So I mi ght see his face .

I am conﬁned to earth no more ,

But mount in haste above ,

To bless the God that I adore ,

An d sing the Man I love . WH A T ARE T H E Y D O IN G IN HE A VE N ? 229

dir tn IIin esn s t e in g h h R g .

TH O M A S K E LLE Y .

HARK ! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the notes of praise above ;

Jesus reigns , and heaven rejoices ;

God of Jesus reigns , the love ;

See , he sits on yonder throne ;

Jesus rules the world alone .

n of Ki g glory , reign forever, Thine an everlasting crown ; Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own ;

of Happy objects thy grace ,

Destined to behold thy face .

Saviour , hasten thine appearing

Bring , oh bring the glorious day , f m When , the aw ul su mons hearing, Heaven and earth Shall pass away ; i ’ Then , w th golden harps , we ll sing,

ou r n ! Glory , glory to Ki g

20 230 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

War t t e mn h Sin g in g hg h ﬁf .

J . M O NT G O M E R Y .

SING we the song of those who stand A round the eternal throne ,

n im Of every ki dred , cl e , and land ,

A multitude u nknown .

’ Life s poor distinctions vanish here ;

- u n To day the yo g , the old ,

S ar Our aviour and his ﬂock , appe

an d n e One Shepherd o fold .

ff t Toil , trial , su ering, s ill await On earth the pilgrim throng ;

ou r Yet learn we , in low estate ,

’ tr iu m h an t s The church p song .

' for Worthy the Lamb sinners slain , Cry the redeemed above

Blessing and honor to obtain ,

! An d everlasting love .

n Worthy the Lamb , on earth we si g, Who died our souls to save ; 0 i ? Henceforth , Death , where is thy st ng ?! Thy victory , O Grave

N H E E 232 H YIII N S O A V N .

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ORD L , thy glory ﬁlls the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ;

Unto thee be glory given ,

Holy , holy , holy Lord ! Heaven is still with anthems ringing

’ Earth takes up the angels cry,

Holy , holy , holy , singing,

of Lord hosts , thou Lord most high !

E ’ ver thus in God s high praises ,

n ou r Brethre , let tongues unite ,

hi ou r s W le thoughts his greatness raise ,

An hi d our love s gifts excite . i With his seraph tra n before him ,

With his holy church below ,

Thus unite we to adore him ,

u r ﬂ Bid we thus o anthem ow.

Lord , thy glory ﬁlls the heaven ; Earth is with its fulness stored ;

Unto thee be glory given ,

Holy , holy , holy Lord .

Thus thy glorious name confessing,

’ We adopt the angels cry ,

Holy, holy , holy , blessing

i . Thee , the Lord our God most h gh WH A T A RE T H E Y D O IN G IN HE A VE N ? 233

in it Shar in g the Or h.

F R O M TH E LATIN O F TH O MA S A K E M P I S .

HIGH the angel choirs are raising

Heart and voice in harmony,

n The Creator King still praisi g ,

h see W om in beauty there they .

a i Sweetest strains from soft harps ste l ng ,

Trumpets notes of triumph pealing,

Radiant wings and white stoles gleaming,

n Up the steps of glory streami g,

e Wh re the heavenly b ells are ringing,

n Holy , holy , holy , singi g, To the mighty Trinity ;

n Holy , holy , holy , cryi g , For all earthly care and sighi ng

In that city cease to be .

Every voice is there harmonious , Praising God in hymns symphonious ;

Love each heart with light enfolding , As they stand in peace beholding

There the triune Deity ,

Whom adore the seraphim ,

Aye , with love eternal burning, 20? H E E 234 H Y MN S O N A V N .

V enerate the cherubim ,

of To their fount honor turning, Whilst angelic throngs adoring

Gaze upon his majesty .

Oh how beautiful that region ,

An d h ow fair that heavenly legion , Where thus men and angels blend !

Glorious will that city be , Full of deep tranquillity

Light and peace from end to end . All the happy dwellers there

o f Shine in robes purity ,

of Keep the law charity , Bound in ﬁr mest unity ;

Labor ﬁnds them not , nor care ;

’ Ignorance can ne er perplex , N othing tempt them , nothing vex

Joy and health their fadeless blessing, Al hi ways all good t ngs possessing .

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NOW ye the land ? Oh ! n ot on earth it lies For which the heart in hours of trouble sighs ; Wh ere ﬂows no tear no sorrow mars the

song,

The good are happy , and the weak are

strong . Know the land ?

The goal , the goal ,

on . O friends , is there Press with heart and soul

? Know ye the way , the rough and thorny road The wanderer groans beneath his painful load ; — He faints h e sin ks ; in dust he lifts his eyes ;

! 0 ? . How long, Lord the weary pilgrim sighs Know ye the way ?

It tends , it tends

To that blest land where every torment ends . 237 3 D LC H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

f Know ye the Friend , a man , a child o earth

of Yet more , far more than all human birth ? That rough and thorny road his feet have trod ;

Well can he guide poor pilgrims home to God . Know ye the Friend ?

His hand , his hand

Conducts us safely to ou r native land .

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o r s c n r n n n a . F R O M T H E G E RMA N F .

FROM out this dim and gloomy hollow, il Where hang the cold clouds heav y ,

Could I but gain the clue to follow , How blessed would the journey be !

I see Aloft a fair dominion , Through time and change all vernal still ;

But where the power, and what the pinion To gain the ever-bloomi n g hill ?

Afar I hear the music ringing ,

’ The lulling sounds of heaven s repose And the light gales ar e downward bringing f The sweets o ﬂowers the mountain knows .

H H E A E N 240 YMN S O N V .

in Ye waters , sparkling the morn ,

Ye seas , which glass the starry night , Have ye not from the imperial bourn Caught glimpses of its light ?

Ye hermit oaks and sentinel pines ,

Ye mountain forests old and gray ,

In all your long and winding lines , Have ye not seen the way

O moon , among thy starry bowers ,

’ Kn ow st thou the path the angels tread ? Seest thou beyond thy azure towers The shinin g gates dispread ?

wi Ye holy spheres , that sang th earth

When earth was still a sinless star , Have the immortals heavenly birth Within your realms afar ?

An d 0 su n u thou , , whose light unf rls

Bright banners through unnumbered skies , Seest thou among thy subject worlds The radiant portals rise ?

All , all are mute and still am I

’ Oer b u r the n e d with an earthly weight ,

A w sk pilgrim through the orld and y,

Towards the celestial gate . WHA T IS T H E WAY T O H E A VE N ? 241

N ’ o answer, wheresoe er I roam , From skies afar no g uiding ray ;

! of C But hark the voice hrist says , Come

Arise , I am the way .

t s a h t f dEhrisx he da h a he ﬁi e.

J A M E S R . L O W E L L .

SAW I a gate ; a harsh voice spake and said ,

of This is the gate Life above was writ,

h O e hi all Leave p be nd , ye who enter it

‘ Then shrank my heart withi n itself for dread ;

But , softer than the summer rain is shed ,

u sa Words dropped pon my soul , and they did y, Fear nothin g ; faith shall save thee ; watch and

! pray .

So , without fear , I lifted up my head ,

10 on e And , ! that writing was not ; fair word

! Was carven in its stead , and it was Love . Then rained once more those sweet tones from

above ,

on ! With healing their wings I humbly heard ,

e i I am the Life ; ask , and it shall b g ven ;

! I am the Way ; by me ye enter heaven . 21 242 H YM H E E N S O N A V N .

ammin ﬁ rist j g h . O M E G E O W I F R TH RMAN , B Y MA R Y H TT .

HERE T is a land where beauty cannot fade ,

Nor sorrow dim the eye ,

Where true love shall not droop nor be dismayed ,

And none shall ever die .

oh Where is that land , , where For I would hasten there ;

Tell me ; I fain would go , For I am wearied with a heavy woe ; The beautiful have left me all alone ;

tr u e The , the tender , from my path have gone ;

Oh , guide me with thy hand ,

If thou dost know that land , d w For I am bur ened ith oppressive care , An d I am weak and fearful with despair ! ? Where is it tell me where ,

Thou , who art kind and gentle , tell me where

Friend , thou must trust in Him who trod before

The desolate paths of life ,

Must bear in meekness , as he meekly bore ,

Sorrow, and pain , and strife . Think h ow the Son of God These thorny paths has trod ;

i ho Th nk w he longed to go , Yet tarried ou t for thee the appointed woe ;

A 244 H YMN S O N H E VE N .

When we seek relief

- From a long felt grief,

When temptations come alluring, Make us patient and enduring ; Show us that bright shore

Where we weep no more .

Jesus , still lead on , Till ou r rest be wo n ;

Heavenly Leader , still direct us ,

Still support , console , protect us , Till we safely stand

In our fatherland .

al ﬁhmuhh ﬁr i s .

O O K O S E G A R T E N F R M TH E G E RMAN F .

An THROUGH night to light . d though to mortal eyes

’ a Cre tion s face a pall of horror wear, d Goo cheer , good cheer ! The gloom of midnight ﬂies

al . Then sh l a sunrise follow , mild and fair

A nd Through storm to calm . though his thunder car

The rumbling tempest drive through earth and sky , ! Good cheer, good cheer The elemental war

n Tells that a blessed heali g hour is nigh . WHA T IS T H E WA Y T O HE A VE N ? 245

An d Through frost to spring . though the biting blast ff ’ Of Eurus sti en nature s juicy veins ,

’ ! is Good cheer , good cheer When winter s wrath past ,

’ Soft murmuring spring breathes sweetly o er the plains .

An d Through strife to peace . though with bristling front

A thousand frightful depths encompass thee ,

’ Good cheer , good cheer Brave thou the battle s brunt , f For the peace march and song o victory .

An d Through sweat to sleep . though the sultry noon ,

o n O With heavy , dr oping wi g , ppress thee now, ! Good cheer , good cheer The cool of evening soon Shall lull to sweet repose thy weary brow

w ’ Thr ough cross to cro n . And though thy spirit s life l Trials untold assai with giant strength ,

Good cheer , good cheer Soon ends the bitter strife ,

1 i n An d thou shalt re gn peace with Christ at length .

An d wo e o . Through to j y though at morn thou weep ,

And though the midnight ﬁnd thee weeping still ,

! his Good cheer , good cheer The Shepherd loves sheep ;

’ Resign thee to the watchful Father s will .

Through death to life . And through this vale

e- ﬁeld And through this thistl of life , ascend To the great supper in that world whose years

Of bliss unfading , cloudless , know no end . 21 4 246 H YM NS 0 N HEA VE N .

mn en d ﬁh hh ﬁ s .

’ s wa ? I this the y, my Father Tis , my child ;

Thou must pass through this tangled , dreary wild

ul u n deﬁled If thou wo dst reach the city ,

Thy peaceful home above .

mi . But ene es are round Yes , child , I know

’ ’ That where thou least expec t st thou lt ﬁnd a fe e

’ But victor thou shalt prove o er all below ,

Only seek strength above .

M F ! y ather it is dark Child , take my hand ,

’ Cling close to me I ll lead thee through the land ; Tru st my all- seeing care so shalt thou stand

’ Midst glory bright above .

! My footsteps seem to slide Child , only raise Thine eye to me ; then in these slippery ways I will hold up thy goings thou shalt praise

Me for each step above .

0 am ! Father I weary Child , lean thy head

Upon my breast . It was my love that spread

. H i Thy rugged path ope on , t ll I have said ,

Rest, rest for aye , above .

A N 248 H Y MN S O N H E VE .

Reduce the nations , Lord ;

Teach all their kings thy ways , ’ w That earth s full choir the notes may s ell ,

And heaven resound the praise .

ro in eh mt e th ﬁ gg g ﬁ h Te er .

. O H B NAR .

DROPPING down the troubled river,

To the tranquil , tranquil shore ,

Dropping down the misty river ,

’ - Time s willow shaded river ,

- To the spring embosomed shore ,

Where the sweet light shineth ever, And the sun goes down no more

O wondrous , wondrous shore !

Dr O i-n pp g down the winding river , To the wide and welcome sea

Dropping down the narrow river,

’ Man s weary , wayward river ,

To the blue and ample sea ,

wr e cketh Wh ere no tempest ever, Where the sky is fair and free ;

0 sea joyous , joyous ! WH A T IS T H E WA Y T O H E A VE N ? 249

Dropping down the noisy river ,

To our peaceful , peaceful home

Dropping down the turbid river ,

’ Earth s bustling , crowded river ,

To our gentle , gentle home,

‘ r iseth n eve r Where the rough roar , An d the vexings cannot come ;

0 loved and longed- for home

Dropping down the eddying river With a Helmsman true and tried ;

Dropping down the perilous river,

’ Mortality s dark river,

With a sure and heavenly Guide ,

E wh o ven Him , to deliver

My soul from death , hath died ; 0 Helmsman true and tried !

n Droppi g down the rapid river , To the dear and deathless land ;

- Dropping down the well known river,

’ Life s swollen and rushing river ,

- To the resurrection land ,

th e Where living live forever, An d the dead have joined the band ; 0 fair and blessed land ! 250 H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

t arli h Hhmn hh he E er Trut s .

ATHER F , into thy loving hand

My feeble spirit I commit ,

While wandering in . these border lands ,

Until thy voice shall summon it .

Father , I would not dare to choose r A longe life , an earlier death ; I know not what my soul might lose

By shortened or protracted breath .

These border lands are calm and still , An d solemn ar e their silent shades ;

An d my heart welcomes them , until

’ f n The light o life s long eveni g fades .

of I heard them Spoken with dread ,

As fearful and unquiet places , Shades where the living and the dead

’ Look sadly in each other s faces .

B u t since thy hand hath led me here , d An I have seen the border land ,

Seen the dark river ﬂowing near ,

Stood on its brink , as now I stand ,

252 H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

But I will calmly watch and pray ,

’ vi Until I hear my Sa our s voice , Calling my happy soul away

To see his glory and rejoice .

’ er ﬁhe agitg rima ﬁr m .

J . M O NT G O M E R Y .

ORD L , thy word is light ;

Led b y it aright ,

h W en a pilgrim , like my fathers , Life ’s last shadow round me gathers May its brightening r ay

Shine to perfect day .

With my latest breath ,

Overcoming death ,

From the body disencumbered ,

With thy saints in glory numbered ,

Jesus , may I be

Found in peace with thee .

2 H Y H E E 56 MN S O N A V N.

No , no , it is not dying

wn To wear a lordly cro , Am ’ ong God s people dwelling, The glorious anthem swelling

wn Of Him whose love we o .

Oh , no , this is not dying, Thou‘ Saviour of mankind ! Streams there are overﬂowin g Of i love , no h ndrance knowing ;

Dross only here we ﬁnd .

ttirr e art ite g h E h .

J O S I AH C O N D E R .

OH c n ’ li g not , trembler , to life s fragile bark — It ﬁlls it soon must sink ; w l Look not belo , where all is chi l and dark ; ’Tis agony to think

oh Of that wild waste ; but look , , look above , An d see the outstre tched arm of Love !

Cling not to this poor life unlock thy clasp

ﬂ eetln Of g , vapory air ; The World receding soon will mock thy grasp But let the wings of prayer

the of Take blest breeze heaven , and upward

An d life from God shall enter thee . WH AT I S I T T O G O T O H E A VE N ? 257

Oh fear not Him who walks the stormy wave ;

’ Tis not a spectre , but the Lord ;

Trust thou in Him who overcame the grave , Who holds in captive ward

w . The po ers of hell Heed not the monster grim ,

Nor fear to go through death to Him .

Look not so fondly back on this false earth ; Let not hope linger here ;

Say , would the worm forego its second birth, Or the transition fear

n That gives it wings to try a world unknow , Although it wakes and mounts alone

But thou art not alone on either side

The portal friends stand guard , And the kind spirits wait thy course to guide

Why , why should it be hard

To trust our Maker with the soul he gave , Or Him’ who died that soul to save

Into his hands commit thy trembling spirit i Who gave h s life for thine

Guilty , ﬁx all thy trust upon his merit ;

To him thy heart resign ;

Oh , give him love for love , and sweetly fall Into his hands who is thy All ! 22l’ K 258 H YM E E N S O N H A V N .

etu rn in n ot e artin ﬁ g , ﬁg g .

H . B O NA R .

’ I M r etu r n in n ot g , , departing ; My steps are homeward bound ; I quit the land of strangers

For a home on native ground .

an d I am rising, not setting ;

This is not night , but day ;

u i Not in darkness , but in s nsh ne ,

Like a star, I fade away .

All is well with me forever ; I do not fear to go; My tide is but beginning

a Its bright , etern l ﬂow .

I am leavin g only shadows

For the true , and fair , and good ;

I must not , cannot linger ;

I would not , though I could .

’ This is not death s dark portal ;

’ ’ Tis life s golden gate to me ;

n Link after li k is broken ,

And I at last am free .

260 H Y H E E MN S O N A V N .

Such joy , though far transcending sense , Have pious souls at parting hence

On earth , and in the body placed , A few and evil years they waste

But , when their chains are cast aside ,

Se e the bright scene unfoldin g wide ,

n Clap the glad wi g , and tower away,

An d mingle with the blaze of day .

S ettin g win g .

B . B . THAT C HE R .

’ EARTH is the spirit s rayless cell ; h But then , as a bird soars ome to the shade

its Of the beautiful wood where nest was made , l In bonds no more to dwe l ,

So will its weary wing w Be spread for the skies hen its toil is done ,

’ An d its as su n breath ﬂow free , a bird s in the ,

An d . the soft , fresh gales of spring

Oh , not more sweet the tears Of the dewy eve on the violet shed Than the dews of age on the hoary head

When it enters the eve of years . WHA T IS I T T O G O T O HE A VE N ? 26 1

’mi d Nor dearer , the foam

-off Of the far sea , and its stormy roar , Is a breath of balm from the unseen shore

To him that weeps for home .

Wings , like a dove , to ﬂy ! The Spirit is faint with its feverish strife ; Oh for its home in the upper life ? When , when will death draw nigh

mmit in ter i t S u S g h .

RI C HA RD C . T RE NC H .

OUR course is onward , onward into light ; What though the darkness gathereth amain ?

or . Yet to return , tarry , both are vain h ? How tarry , when around us t ick is night ? Whither return What ﬂower yet ever might ,

In days of gloom , and cold , and stormy rain ,

Enclose itself in its green bud again , Hiding from wrath of tempest out of sight ? Courage ! we travel through a darksome cave ; t But s ill , as nearer to the light we draw ,

Fresh gales will meet us from the upper air , And wholesome dews of heaven our foreheads lave

The darkness lighten more , till full of awe

w . We stand in the Open sunshine , una are H Y H 262 MN S O N E A VE N .

Stimhin t e tair h h S . O O AD E LAID E A . PR C T R .

DIM m ta shadows gather thickly round , and up the isty s ir

they climb , The cloudy stair that upward leads to where the closed

portals shine , Round which the kneeling spirits wait the opening of the

golden gate .

i n w And some with eager longing go , st ll pressi g for ard ,

hand in hand ,

’ An d b ack some , with weary step and slow, look where their beloved stand ;

Yet up the misty stair they climb , led onward by the

angel Time .

As unseen hands roll back the doors , the light that ﬂoods the very air

Is the dim shadow from within of the g reat glory hidden there ;

An d morn and eve , and soon and late , the shadows pass

within the gate .

As , one by one , they enter in , and the dim portals close

once more , Th e halo seems to linger round those kneeling closest to the door !

! t he joy that lightened from that place shines still upon

’ the watcher s face .

26 JII N N 4 H Y S O H E A VE N .

That glorious land is heaven , An d Death the sentry grim ;

The Lord , therefore , has given The opening keys to him ;

An d ransomed sinners , sighing

And sorrowful for sin , i Do pass the gate in dy ng,

An d freely enter in .

Though dark and drear the passage

That leadeth to the gate , Yet grace comes with the message To sou ls that watch and wait ;

An d m , at the ti e appointed ,

A doWn messenger comes ,

’ An d leads the Lord s anoi n ted

’ From cross to glory s crown .

in i Their sighs are lost sing ng,

’ They re blessed in their tears ;

Their journey homeward winging , They leave to earth their fears ; Death like an angel seemeth ;

! ! We welcome thee , they cry ; Their face with glory b eameth ;

’ Tis life for them to di e . WHA T I S I T T O G O T O HE A VE N ? 265

ibhia Each- i t E g ﬂ g h . O F R M TH E G E RMAN .

I JOURNEY forth rejoicing

From this dark vale of tears ,

To heavenly joy and freedom, hl From eart y bonds and fears , Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again , His kin gdom to inherit ;

- il Good night t l then .

Go to thy quiet resting, Poor tenement of clay ; From all thy pain and weakness I gladly haste away ; But still in faith con ﬁdin g t To ﬁnd thee ye again , All glorious and immortal ;

- Good night till then .

n Why thus so sadly weepi g, Beloved ones of my heart ?

The Lord is good and gracious,

Though n ow he bids us part .

Oft have we met in gladness ,

An d we shall meet again , All sorrow left behind us ; Good-night till 266 Y H E E H MN S O N A V N .

I go to see his glory Whom we have loved below ;

I go the blessed angels ,

The holy saints , to know ; Our lovely ones departed

I go to ﬁnd again , An d wait for you to join us ;

Good-night till

I hear the Saviour calling Th e joyful hour has come ; The angel guards are ready

u To g ide me to our home , Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again , His kingdom to inherit ;

- Good night till then .

ihhia i ar etaell ﬁ h Ctt .

J . M O NT G O M E RY .

LET me go , the day is breaking ;

Dear companions , let me go ; We have spent a night of waking In the wilderness below ; Upward now I bend my way ;

Part we here at break of day .

26 8 H YM HE E N S O N A V N .

‘ ylaatia tn la i S r . cji g h

J O HN W I L S O N .

A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow ;

Long had I watched the glory moving on ,

’ O er the still radiance of the lake below i t Tranquil its sp rit seemed , and ﬂoa ed slow ;

' Even in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow

Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west .

l of Emb em , methought , the departed soul ,

is i To whose white robe the gleam of bliss g ven , An d by the breath of mercy made to roll

Right onward to the golden gates of heaven , f Where to the eye o faith it peaceful lies ,

And tells to man hi s glorious destin ies .

earin to hh S g S .

U US . L A G TUS M TOP ADY .

EATHLESS D principle , arise !

Soar, thou native of the skies

Pearl of price , by Jesus bought ,

To his glorious likeness wrought , WH A T I S I T T O G O T O H E A VE N ? 269

Go to shine before his throne , Deck his mediatorial crown ;

Go , his triumphs to adorn

Born for God , to God return .

on Lo , he beckons from high ! Fearless to his presence ﬂy ;

blOod Thine the merit of his , Thine the righteousness of God ! A f ngels , joy ul to attend , l Hovering round thy pil ow bend ,

Wait to catch the signal given ,

An d escort thee quick to heaven .

Is thy earthly house distressed , Willing to retain its guest ?

’ Tis not thou , but it , must die ! Fly , celestial tenant , ﬂy Burst thy shackles ! drop thy clay ! Sweetly breathe thyself away !

Singing , to thy crown remove ! Swift of wing , and ﬁred with love

Shudder not to pass the stream ; V enture all thy care on Him , H w im , hose dying love and power l Sti led its tossing, hushed its roar ;

Safe in the expanded wave ,

’ Gentle as a summer s eve , zak 270 H YJI N S ON H E A VE N .

Not one object of his care

Ever suffered shipwreck there .

See the haven full in vi ew ; Love divine shall bear thee through ;

o Trust to that propiti us gale ,

° Weigh thine anchor , spread thy sail

Saints in glory , perfect made ,

Wait thy passage through the shade ,

’ Ardent for thy coming o er ;

See , they throng the blissful shore

o M unt , their transports to improve Join the longing choir above Swiftly to their wish be given Kindle higher joy in heaven ; Such the prospects that arise

’ To the dying Christian s eyes ; Such the glorious vi sta faith

Opens through the shades of death .

' t r iam S he ﬁttar hr s S gh.

J O ANNA B AI L LI E .

A LONG farewell to sin and sorrow To beam of day a n d evening shade

High in glory breaks our morrow,

With light that cannot fade .

M 272 H Y N S O N H E A VE N .

Sing with me , sing with me,

Friends in Jesus , sing with me ! All ff my su erings , my woe , .all

All my griefs , I here forego . i Farewell , terrors , sighing , g riev ng,

Praying , hearing , and believing ,

wr on in s Earthly trust and all its g g ,

all Earthly love and its longings .

n Si g with me , sing with me , w Blessed spirits , sing ith me ! TO the Lamb our songs shall be, Through a glad eternity

Farewell , earthly morn and even ,

of Sun , and moon , and stars heaven ;

o e Heavenly portals p before me , Welcome Christ in all his glory !

in in alleln a S g g zﬁ j h.

H . H . MI LMAN .

HALLELUJAH ! Lord our God ! Now our earthly path is trod ;

Passed are now our cares and fears ,

An d we quit this vale of tears . WHA T IS I T T O G O T O H E A VE N ? 273

Hallelujah ! King of kings ! Now our spirits spread their w1n g s

To the mansions of the blest ,

To thy everlasting rest .

Hallelujah ! Lord of lords !

Be our last and dying words ,

Glory to our God above ,

ou r To slaughterers peace and love .

milin n fan t 3 S g S .

C H R I STIAN E ! AMIN E R .

’ TIS dying ; life is yielding place To that mysterious charm Which spreads upon the troubled face

A ﬁxed , unchanging calm , That deepens as the parting breath

Is gently sinking into death .

A thoughtful beauty rests the while Upon its snowy brow ; But those pale lips could never smile More radiantly than now ; An d sure some heavenly dreams begin

To dawn upon the soul within . 274 H Y MN S O N HE A VE N

Oh that those mildly conscious lips

Were parted to reply, To tell how death’s severe eclipse Is passing from thine eye For living eye can never see The change that death hath wrought

Perhaps thy sight is wandering far

sk Throughout the kindled y, In tracing every infant star

o n Amid the ﬂames high ,

is Souls of the just , whose path bent

r mam Around the glorious ﬁ en t .

Perhaps thine eye is gazing down

Upon the earth below ,

Rejoicing to have gained thy crown , And hurried from its woe To dwell beneath the throne of Him dim Before whose glory heaven is .

Thy life , how cold it might have been If days had grown to years

How h sin dark , how deeply stained wit , With weariness and tears !

How happy thus to sink to rest, So early numbered with the blest !

H E E 276 H YMN S O N A V N .

That pavement damp and cold No whispering courtiers tread One silent woman stands

Chaﬁng , with pale , thin hands ,

A dying head .

No busy murmurs sound ; An infant wail alone — A sob suppressed again

That short , deep gasp , and then

The parting groan .

Oh change Oh wondrous change Burst are the prison bars

so This moment there , low

n ow In mortal prayer , and Beyond the stars !

Oh change ! stupendous change ! Here lies the senseless clod ; The soul from bondage breaks

The new immortal wakes , Wakes wi th his God ! WH A T IS I T T O G O T O H E A VE N ? 277

(Strin in te i t g Eg h .

H E N R Y V AU G HAN .

HEY of T are all gone into a world light , A n d I alone sit lingering here ;

Their very memory is fair and bright ,

An d my sad thoughts doth clear .

It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast ,

Like stars upon some gloomy grove , ill Or those faint beams in which this h is dressed ,

’ After the sun s remove .

of I see them walking in an air glory ,

o n Whose light doth trample my days ,

My days , which are at best but dull and hoary ,

Mere glimmering and decays .

e O holy h pe and high humility , High as the heavens above

h T ese are your walks , and you have showed them me

To kindle my cold love .

Dear , beauteous Death , the jewel of the just , Shining nowhere but in the dark !

What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust , Could man outlook that mark ! 24 278 H YMN S ON HE A VE N .

He that hath found some fledged bird ’s nest know At first sight if the bird be flown

n in But what fair dell or grove he si gs now ,

That is to him unknown .

n d A yet , as angels in some brighter dreams

Call to the soul when man doth sleep , So some strange thoughts transcend ou r wonted

themes ,

An d into glory peep .

ﬁ If a star were con ned into a tomb , Her captive ﬂames must needs burn there

looked But when the hand that her up g ives room ,

’ She ll shine through all the sphere .

0 Father of eternal life , and all Created glories under thee Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall Into tru e liberty !

an d Either disperse these mists , which blot ﬁll My perspective still as they pass ; Or else remove me hence unto that hill l Where I sha l need no glass .

VVHQ VVSHEH NSV SQ VS HEAVEN

I . ASPIRETIONS AFTER HEAVEN .

an in for mmortalit H g g S h.

M R S . ANN E S T E E L E .

AD of prisoners in a house clay ,

an d O With sins , griefs , and pains ppressed ,

a We groan the lingering hours aw y ,

An d wish and long to be released .

Nor is it liberty alone

ou r Which prompts restless , ardent sighs ; m For im ortality we groan , i For robes and mans ons in the skies .

! Eternal mansions , bright array

Oh blest exchange , transporting thought , th ’ Free from approaches of decay , Or the least shadow of a spot !

There shall mortality no more

- Its wide extended empire boast ,

Forgotten all its dreadful power ,

’ In life s unbounded ocean lost 24a? B l I N N S O H E A VE N .

W see Bright orld of bliss , Oh could I

One shining glimpse , one cheerful ray

a Fair dawn of immort lity , Break through these tottering walls of clay !

Jesus , in thy dear name I trust , ! My light , my life , my Saviour God

u When this frail house dissolves in d st , Oh raise me to thy bright abode !

hen t a ir atie n Sr g p s .

O O S W S . F R M TH E L ATIN F CA IMI R E , B Y ATT

THE beauty of my native land Immortal love inspires

I burn , I burn with strong desires

An d sigh , and wait the high command ; i There glides the moon her sh ning way , An d shoots my heart through with a silver ray Upward my heart aspires ! A thousand lamps of golden light

Hung high in vaulted azure , charm my sight ,

And wink and beckon with their amorous ﬁres .

of O ye fair glories my heavenly home ,

’ Bright sentinels who guard my Father s court ,

Where all the happy minds resort , When will my Father ’s chariot come ?

284 YM ON H H N S E A VE N .

A mingled joy and grief Fills all my soul with dark solicitude I ﬁnd a short relief

In tears , whose torrents ru de R oll down my cheeks , or thoughts which thus intrude

s Thou o sublime abode , ’ ! Temple of light , and beauty s fairest shrine

My soul , a spark of God ,

n Aspiri g to thy seats divine ,

Why, why is it condemned in this dull cell to pine ?

Why should I ask in vain ’ a For truth s pure l mp , and wander here alone ,

a Seeking, through toil and p in ,

Light from the Eternal One , Following a shadow still that glimmers an d is g one ?

Dreams and delusions play With man ; he thinks not of his mortal fate ; Death treads his silent way ;

The earth turns round ; and then , too late ,

M of his an ﬁnds no beam is left all fancied state .

Rise from your sleep , vain men !

of Look round , and ask if spirits born heaven ,

An d bound to heaven again , Were only lent or given

in To be this mean round of shades and follies dr iven . WH O W O ULD N OT G O T O HE A VE N ?

Turn your unclouded eye

Up to yon bright , to yon eternal spheres , And spurn the vanity

’ Of time s delusive years ,

An d all its ﬂattering hopes , and all its frowning

What is the gro und ye tread

a mere point , compared with that vast space

Around , above you spread , Al ’ Where , in the mighty s face ,

a ? present , future , p st , hold an eternal place

List to the concert pure ! Of yon harmonious , countless worlds of light

See , in his orbit sure

Each takes his journey bright ,

h th e f Led by an unseen hand t rough vast maze o night .

But who to these can turn ,

’ weigh them gainst a weeping world like this , Nor feel his spirit burn

so To grasp sweet a bliss , mourn that exile hard which here his portion is

e For there , and ther alone ,

Ar - e peace , and joy , and never dying love , d There , on a splen id throne ,

’ Midst all those ﬁres above , h In glories and delig ts which never wane move . 286 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

Oh wondrous blessedness ,

’ Whose shadowy e fﬂ u en c e hope o er time can ﬂing !

Day that shall never cease ,

No night there threatening,

’ - wi . No nter there to chill joy s ever during spring _

Ye ﬁelds of changeless green ,

in e Covered with liv g streams and fadel ss ﬂowers , Thou paradise seren e !

Eternal , joyful hours M y disembodied soul shall welcome in thy bowers .

h u Hein e arre n . , S S g

’ OME C sacred song , thy heaven of joy spread o er me

Thy golden- pinioned choir bring in thy train The keen delights that throng thy path restore me ;

I will not fright thee from my side again .

Come at the morning hour , when life is gushing Afresh from the great Fount of life above ;

’ Its anthem let me hear , earth s sorrows hushing,

’ Turning my fevered soul to heaven s pure love .

Oh come , and breathe but one sweet strain of gladness To cheer my wearied Spirit on its way

‘ ’ Some wandering air of seraph s lyre , where sadness

n No undertone can mi gle with its lay .

288 H YM ON H E E N S A V N .

Hn r a tn reh Hen tern latin g g n .

E DMUN D S PE N S E R .

HEY see T such admirable things ,

e xstas As carries them into an y, An d heare such heavenly notes and carolings

’ ﬁlle s Of God s high praise , that the .brasen sky ,

fe ele su ch r And joy and pleasure inwa dly ,

That maketh them all worldly cares forget ,

And onely think on that before them set .

N rt ﬂ e shl ' e from hencefo h doth any y sense ,

of r emain e Or idle thought earthly things , ;

se emd se eme s ff But all that earst sweet now o ense , And all that pleased earst now se e me s to paine

io m i Their y, their co fort , their desire , their ga ne , Is ﬁxed all on that which now they see

All other sights but fayned shadows bee .

And that fair lampe which useth to e n ﬂ ame

e— f r e The hearts of men with self consuming y ,

se emes sin fu ll Thenceforth fowle , and full of blame

An d m as r e all that pompe to which proud inds py ,

so de s r e By name of honor , and much y ,

Seeme s b asen e sse to them , and all riches drosse ,

An d sadn esse s . all mirth , and all lucre lo se WH O W O U L D N O T G O T O H E A VE N ? 289

So full their eyes are of that glorious sight ,

satietie And senses fraught with such , That in nought else on earth they can delight But in the aspect of that felicitie

th e r e Which they have written in y inward y,

th e r m n d On which they feed , and in y fastened y

All h appie ioy and full contentment fyn d .

Ali , then , my hungry soule , which long hast fed

On idle fancies of thy foolish thought ,

’ An d t mi , wi h false beautie s ﬂattering bait sled ,

de ceitfu ll sh adowe s Hast after vaine , sought ,

Which all are ﬂed , and now have left thee nought

But late repentance through thy follies brief ; Ah ! cease to gaze on matter of thy grief,

' An d leeke at last u p to that sove r ain e Light From whose pure b eams all perfect beauty sprin gs d That kin leth love in every godly spright , Even the love of God which loathing brings

Of this vi le world and these gay- seeming things ;

so o sse st With whose sweet pleasures being p ,

Thy straying thoughts henceforth forever rest.

25 2 H YM H E A E 90 N S O N V N .

alem Es ieh S p .

O H O Z U I N G E R F R M T E LATIN F , B Y M E R R I C K .

HAT a W joy , while thus I view the d y i That warns my th rsting soul away , What transports ﬁll my breast

’ For , lo my great Redeemer s power

Unfolds the everlasting door ,

his And leads me to rest .

The festive morn , my God , is come

That calls me to the hallowed dome , Thy presence to adore ;

My feet the summons shall attend , e With willing steps thy courts asc nd , th ’ And tread ethereal ﬂoor .

E ’en now to my expecting eyes The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ;

’ E en now , with glad survey ,

n I view her mansions , that contai

’ Th angelic forms , an awful train ,

n d A shine wi th cloudless day .

’ Hither , from earth s remotest end ! Lo the redeemed of God ascend ,

Their tribute hither bring ;

Here , crowned with everlasting joy , I n hymns of praise their tongues employ , An d hail the immortal Kin g ;

2 2 H YM H E 9 N S O N A VE N .

er n aaIenr t an Hit ai r an h i fi , h h H Hg h .

ME F O HE O J . . Y ART SS . W INH WORT H . FR M T GERMAN F M , BY MI C

ERUSALEM J , thou city fair and high , Would God I were in thee !

My longing heart fain , fain to thee would ﬂy , It will not stay with me ;

Far over vale and mountain ,

Far over ﬁeld and plain ,

It hastes to seek its Fountain ,

And quit this world of pain .

Oh happy day , and yet far happier hour When wilt thou come at last ’ w When , fearless , to my Father s love and po er ,

Whose promise standeth fast , My soul I gladly render ? For surely will his hand

Lead her , with guidance tender ,

To heaven , her fatherland .

A ’ moment s Space , and gently , wondrously,

Released from earthly ties ,

The ﬁery chariot bears her up to thee ,

Through all these lower skies ,

To yonder shining regions , While down to meet her come

The blessed angel legions ,

An d bid her welcome home . WH O W O U L D N OT G O T O HE A VE N ? 293

! Oh hail , thou glorious city now unfold The gates of grace to me !

How many a time I longed for thee of old , Ere yet I was set free Fromyon dark life o f sadness,

Yon world of shadowy nought ,

And God had given the gladness ,

The heritage I sought .

Oh what the nation what the glorious host , Comes sweeping swiftly down w The chosen ones on earth who rought the most ,

’ The church s brightest crown ,

Ou r Lord hath sent to meet me ,

As in the far- off years Their words oft came to greet me

In yonder land of tears .

’ ’ c a The patriar hs and prophets noble tr in , With all Christ’s followers true

Who bore the cross , and could the worst disdain

n That tyra ts dared to do ,

see I them shine forever ,

All- su n glorious as the ,

’ Mid light that fadeth never,

n Their perfect freedom Wo . 294 H Y H E E MN S O N A V N .

An d when within that lovely Paradi se At e last I saf ly dwell , From out my blissful soul what songs shall l What joy my lips sha l tell , While holy saints are singing

’ ’ Hosannas o er and o er, Pure hallelujahs ringing

Around me evermore .

Innumerous choirs before the shining throne

Their joyful anthems raise , Till heaven ’s glad halls are echoing with the tone

Of that great hymn of praise ,

And all its host rejoices , An d all its blessed throng Unite their myriad voices

In on e eternal song .

3 arn VHearh.

of i n I AM weary stray g ; oh , fain would I rest

In the f ar -distant land of the pure and the blest

W sin di here can no longer her blan shments spread ,

An d fears and temptations forever have ﬂed .

296 H Y JI N S ON H E A VE N

Would I shrink from the path which the prophets of

God ,

Apostles and martyrs , so joyously trod While brethren and friends are all hastening home Like a spirit unblest o ’er the earth would I roam ?

I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay

’ Where storm after storm rises o er the dark way ;

Where , seeking for peace , we but hover around , k ’ Li e the patriarch s bird , and no resting is found ;

sh e Where Hope , when paints her gay bow in the air,

Leaves its brilliance to fade in the night of despair ;

’ ’ And joy s ﬂeetin g angel ne er sheds a glad ray ,

of hi m Save the gleam the plumage that bears away .

sin I would not live alway , thus fettered by ,

Temptation without , and corruption within ; In a moment of strength if I sever the chain Scarce the victory ’s mine ere I ’m captive again

’ E en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears , And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears

The festival trump calls for jubilant songs ,

And my Spirit her own miserere prolongs .

I would not live alway ; no , welcome the tomb

’ ’ Immortality s lamp burns there bright mid the gloom ; w There , too , is the pillow here Christ bowed his head ;

t u Oh , sof are the sl mbers of that holy bed WH O W O U LD N O T G O T O H E A VE N ? 297

An d then the glad dawn soon to follow that night

When the sunrise of glory shall beam on my sight ,

When the full matin song , as the sleepers arise

To shout in the morning, shall peal through the skies .

Who , who would live alway , away from his God ,

Away from yon heaven , that blissful abode ,

’ Where the rivers of pleasure ﬂ o w o er the bright

plains , And the noontide of glory eternally reigns

Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet , Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet ; While the songs of salvation unceasingly roll An d the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ?

? That heavenly music , what is it I hear The notes of the harp ring sweet on the ear ;

se e And , soft unfolding, those portals of gold ;

The King , all arrayed in his beauty , behold .

Oh give me , Oh give me the wings of a dove

Let me hasten my ﬂi ght to those mansions above

’ A w u l y, tis now that my soul on swift pinions o d

, soar , An d in ecstasy bid earth adieu evermore 298 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

a t ta h S a Sn Hs e e n e.

H . B O NAR .

EYOND B the hills where suns go down ,

An d brightly beckon as they go ,

se e I the land of fair renown ,

s The land which I o soon shall know .

A bove the dissonance of time,

And discord of its angry words,

I hear the everlasting chime ,

The music of unjarring chords .

I m an d bid it welco e , my haste To join it cannot brook delay ;

Oh song of morning , come at last ,

And ye who sing it , come away !

Oh song of light , and dawn , and bliss

Sound over earth , and ﬁll these skies ;

Nor ever , ever, ever cease Thy soul-entrancing melodies

of Glad song this disburdened earth ,

Which holy voices then shall sing, o ’ Praise for creati n s second birth ,

’ n A d glory to creation s King .

300 H Y H E E MN S O N A V N .

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O O J . . S M S F R M THE G E RMAN F G AL B INU , B Y H . I LL . ALL must die there ’s no redemption Flesh ! ’tis all alike but grass !

None that live can plead exemption ;

Saints through death to glory pass . This vile body here must perish

Ere , immortal , it can cherish

Holy joys , the free reward

' h ' n For t e r a some d of the Lord .

Life on earth can I then covet Longer than my God shall please ?

When above he would remove it , l ’ I wi l greet the soul s release . w ff For , through hat my Saviour su ered , Freedom from the curse is offered ; e He has pr mised , and to faith

Gives the victory over death .

— Death for me the Saviour bore it ;

Dying , won for me the prize Life — h e will in bliss restore it ; Shall I not then joyful rise

From this world of sin and anguish

To that world for which I languish ,

There the Three in One to praise ,

h is With saints , through endless days WH O W O U LD N O T G O T O HE A VE N ? 301

Happy spirits , ever living ,

Thou sand thousands all as one

Robed in light , their worship giving,

There rejoice before the throne .

There the seraphim are shining, Evermore in chorus joining ! Holy ! holy ! holy Lord ! Be thy holy name adored ! !

Worthies , there , of sacred story ,

Prophets , patriarchs , are met ;

There , apostles , too , in glory

Fill their thrones by Jesus set ; All the saints that have ascended ,

Age on age through time extended ,

There in blissful concert sing '

Hallelujahs to their King .

0 Jerusalem , thou fairest ! In thy King how greatly blest !

Praising thou his splendor sh ar e st

Thr ough thy streets of holy rest

Joy and peace , in thee united ,

By no fear of change are blighted ,

Balmy fragrance cheers the day ,

Which no night shall drive away . 26 302 H YMNS O N H E A VE N

Yes , methinks I now behold it , That fair city of delight ;

Now the robe around me fold it ,

Robe of dazzling , purest white ;

w of There , a cro n victory wearing ,

There , before the throne appearing,

Mingle wi th the heirs of bliss ,

Where hosannas never cease .

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O M O J . . A S S S . W N K W O R T C I H . FR THE G E RMAN F G L B INU , B Y MI

’ ORLD of W , farewell ! thee I m tired , Now toward heaven my way I take

the — There is peace long desired ,

Lofty calm that nought can break . t World , with hee is war and strife , Thou with cheating hopes art rife

But in heaven is no alloy,

Only peace and love and joy .

When I reach that home of gladness ,

le ad I shall feel no more this ,

w o r Feel no sickness , ant , sadness ,

Resting in the arms of God .

E 304 H YJI N S ON H A VE N .

w World , ith thee we weep and pine ; Gnawing care and grief are thi ne ;

But in heaven is no alloy ,

Only peace , and love , and joy .

Onward , then ; not long I wander,

Ere my Saviour comes for me,

An d i with him ab ding yonder , All his glory I shall see ;

’ For there s nought but sorrow here ,

an d Toil , pain , and many a fear ;

But in heaven is no annoy ,

n d Only peace , a love , and joy .

Well for him whom death has landed

Safely on yon blessed shore ,

Where , in joyful worship banded , Sing the faithful evermore ; For the world hath strife and war ; All her works and hopes they mar ;

But in heaven is no annoy ,

Only peace , and love , and joy .

s e ede st Time , thou p on but slowly ;

Hours , how tardy is your pace ,

Ere with Him , the High and Holy,

I hold converse , face to face ; WH O W O ULD N OT G O T O H E A VE N ? 305

World , with partings thou art rife ,

Filled with tears , and storms , and strife But in heaven can nought destroy

Endless peace , and love , and joy .

n ow Therefore will I prepare me , m That my work may stand his doo ,

An d , when all is sinking round me , ! I may hear , not Go , but Come

of World , the voice grief is here ,

Outward seeming , care , and fear ;

But in heaven is no alloy ,

Only peace , and love , and joy .

et me e art N ﬁn .

LADY FLORA HASTINGS .

GRIEVE not that I die young ; is it not well To pass away ere life hath lost its brightness ?

Bind me no longer , sisters , with the spell

Of love and your kind words . List ye to me

Here I am blessed , but I would be more free ; I would go forth in all my Spirit’s lightness

Let me depart . ’ 306 H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

A h ! i n l e dim who would l ger til bright yes grow ,

Kind voices mute , and faithful bosoms cold

Till carking care , and coil , and anguish grim,

’ Cast their dark shadows o er this faejr y world ;

’ - Till fancy s many colored wings are furled ,

An d ? all , save the proud Spirit , waxeth old

I would depart .

l Thus would I pass away , yielding my sou

A joyous thank- offering to Him who gave

That soul to be , those starry orbs to roll ;

Thus , thus exultingly would I depart ,

Song on my lips , ecstasy in my heart S isters , sweet sisters , bear me to my grave

Let me depart .

08 H 11 s O N HE A VE N.

N n othi g but drought and dearth , but bush and brake

’ soe e r Which way I look , I see d l w Some may ream merri y ; but , hen they wake ,

They dress themselves , and come to thee

Oh , Show thyself to me , Or take me up to thee !

We talk of harvests ; there are no such thi ngs But when we leave o u r corn and hay ; There is no fruitful year but that which brings a The last and loved , though dre dful day

Oh , Show thyself to me , Or take me up to thee !

k Oh , loose this frame , this not of man untie ,

That my free soul may use her wing , Which now is pinioned with mortality

As an entangled , hampered thing ! e Oh , Show thys lf to , m_ e Or take me up to thee !

What have I left , that I should stay and groan ? The most of me to heaven is ﬂed ;

My thoughts and joys are all packed up and gone , An d for their old acquaintance plead !

Oh , show thyself to me , Or take me up to thee ! WH O W O UL D N O T G O T O H E A VE N ? 309

d Come , earest Lord , pass not this holy season ,

bin ts My ﬂesh , and bones , and j do pray ;

’ And e en my verse , when , by the rhyme and reason ,

The word is Stay , says ever , Come

Oh , show thyself to me , Or take me up to thee !

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B Y J . s . B OPE S. BRANDENBURG ,

ESUS J , who is all my trust ,

Jesus , my Redeemer , lives Though my body sink in dust This assurance comfort gives

’ Death s long night I need not fear,

When I know that He is near .

Jesus , my Redeemer , lives I with him shall live on high

Life to me his promise gives ;

Why , then , should I fear to die ? Can my glorious risen Head Leave his members wi th the dead ? 31 H H E 0 YMN S ON A VE N .

N0 ; too strong the sacred band That unites my soul to him

While I clasp his gracious hand , Faith and hope can ne ’er grow Death itself shall never part

My Redeemer from my heart .

Born of ﬂesh , my mortal frame

Must , I know , in dust decay ;

But my Lord that dust shall claim , An d his voice shall wake the clay ; Then shall I in glory rise

To a mansion in the skies .

s i Then , as faith a surance g ves ,

Him , my God , shall I behold , R Know that my edeemer lives , A nd the g rave shall lose its hold ; Then my ﬂesh revived shall stand

’ Evermore at Christ s right hand .

There these eyes with raptured gaze

’ My Redeemer s form shall know ; ’M id the bright , unclouded rays Of his love my soul shall glow ;

of n n Nought weak ess shall remai ,

Purged away each earthly stain .

12 H Y H E 3 M N S O N A VE N .

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O H 0 1" R I A F R M T E G E RMAN PAU L G E I R D .

HRIST h ow O C , good and fair Will be my portion where

i o n Th ne eyes me shall rest ,

An d me make fully blest , When from this narrow earth To thee I shall spring forth !

What joy , unmixed and full ,

Thou Treasure of the soul ,

When , in that home above , Thy hear t speaks out its love a To all m de one with thee ,

My brothers , Lord , and me

What glorious light will shine

Forth from thy face divine , Which i n that life untold Then ﬁrst I shall behold ! How will thy goodness free Fill me with ecstasy !

w Lips , whence such ords have streamed ,

Eyes , whence such pity beamed w ‘ Side , ounded once for me ,

see All , all I then shall With reverent rapture greet Thy pierced hands and feet ! WH O W O UL D N OT G O T O H E A VE N ? 313

Ali e su s m , J , _ y good part ,

Ho w will my mind and heart V ibrate with rapture through ,

An d all my soul grow new ,

th e n When , with smiles of love , Openest those gates above

sa Come , thou wilt y, blest

u n deﬁled Taste pleasures , \ se e And the gifts , how fair , My Father ’s hands prepare Pasture thine heart forever

! In joy that fadeth never .

0 thou poor , passing earth ! What are thy treasures worth

Beside those heavenly crowns ,

An d more than golden thrones , Which Christ hath treasured there For those who please him here ?

’ This is the angels land , Where all the blessed stand

Here I hear nought but singing, See all with gladness springing ;

Here is no cross , no sorrow ,

No parting on the morrow . 27 H Y H E A E N 314 MN S O N V .

When shall that joy begin ? When wilt thou call me in ? Thou knowest ; but my feet

Press onward thee to meet ,

An d da my heart , y by day,

Bears me to thee away .

Han g in g far His Haifa

C H A R L O TT E E LL I O TT .

RE h THE are refres ments sweeter far than sleep, Though its soft power Might gladly close the vigils I n o w keep

From hour to hour,

An d hush these vain imaginings to rest

Which silence in my heart its dearest guest .

Oh , I have heard his voice , his voice of love ,

In the still night , m Sweet as the songs fro seraph hearts above , Tranced in delight !

It haunts my memory , lives within my heart,

An d e . makes m long, yea , languish to depart

316 H YIII N S ON H E A VE N

o That visage marred , th se sorrows deep ,

The vinegar and gall ,

’ Were Jesus golden chains of love ,

His captive to enthrall .

My heart is with him on his throne

And ill can brook delay ,

Each moment listening for the voice , ! R ! ise up , and come away .

o ft With hope deferred , sick and faint ,

! Why tarries he I cry ;

And should my Saviour chide my haste , u Sure I co ld make reply,

May not an exile , Lord , desire

His own sweet land to se e

May not a captive seek release , A prisoner to be free ?

A child , when far away , may long

For home and kindred dear, And sh e that waits her absent Lord

May sigh till he appear .

I would , my Lord and Saviour , know That which no measure knows

Would search the mystery of thy love ,

The depth of all thy woes . L T G O T O H E E ? WH O W O U D N O A V N 317.

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D E F L E U R Y .

YE angels who stand round the throne ,

’ And view my Immanuel s face , In rapturous songs make him known ;

hi s Tune , tune your soft harps to praise

He formed you the spirits you are ,

so So happy , so noble , good ;

When others sunk down in despair ,

Conﬁrmed by his power ye stood .

Ye saints , who stand nearer than they

And cast your bright crowns at his feet ,

h is His g race and glory display , A n d all his rich mercy repeat ; He snatched you from hell and the grave ; He ransomed from death and despair ;

For you he was mighty to save ,

Almighty to bring you safe there .

Oh , when will the moment appear When I shall unite in your song ?

’ I m weary of lingering here , And I to your Saviour belong ;

’ I m fettered and chained up i n clay ; I struggle and pant to be free

I long to be soaring away ,

see My God and my Saviour to . 27. 3 1 H IVI N N H E Y S O A VE N .

I want to put on my attire , Washed white in the blood of the Lamb ; I want to be on e of your choir And tune my sweet harp to his name

I want , oh , I want to be there ,

sin Where sorrow and bid adieu ,

Your joy and your friendship to share , To wonder and worship with you !

fa t Ha he turih Hhrist r Het er .

AWAY with our sorrow and fear ; We soon Shall have entered our home

The city of saints shall appear , The day of eternity come ;

From earth we shall quickly remove , To dwell in a native abode

In mansions of glory above ,

Prepared of our Father and God .

Ah ! who upon earth can conceive The bliss that in heaven they ’ll share

And who this dark world would not leave ,

An d cheerfully seek to be there ,

H M H A 320 Y N S O N E VEN.

Come , ye angelic envoys , come , And lead the willing pilgrim home ;

’ Ye know the way to Jesus throne ,

Source of my joys and of your own .

That blessed interview how sweet , To fall transported at his feet ;

V Raised in his arms , to iew his face , Through the full beamings of his grace ;

’ s e To e heaven s shining courtiers round ,

Each with immortal glories crowned ,

An d I , while his form in each trace Beloved and lovi ng all to embrace ;

’ As with a seraph s voice to si n g ;

’ To ﬂy as on a cherub s wing ; mi Perfor ng, with unwearied hands , A present Saviour ’s high commands

Yet , with these prospects full in sight ,

’ I ll wait thy Slg n al for my ﬂight ;

For , while thy service I pursue ,

I ﬁnd my heaven begun below . WH O W OULD N O T G O T O H E A VE N? 321

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I LONG to behold him arrayed

With glory and light from above ,

his The King in beauty displayed , His beauty of holiest love I languish and sigh to be there , Where Jesus has ﬁxed his abode

1 Oh , when shall we meet in the a r, An d ﬂy to the mountain of God ?

him I With on Zion shall stand ,

For Jesus hath spoken the word , The breadth of Immanuel ’s land Survey by the light o f my Lord ; w But hen , on thy bosom reclined

I s Thy face am strengthened to ee ,

M of I y fulness rapture ﬁnd ,

My heaven of heavens , in thee .

How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above ! N o pain the inhabitants feel ,

r No sickness O sorrow shall prove .

Physician of souls , unto me Forgiveness and holiness give ; An d then from the body set free An d then to the city receive ! N H E E 322 H YMN S 0 A V N .

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OH for the wings of faith and love , To bear my thoughts and hopes above These little scenes of care !

Above these gloomy mists which rise ,

An d pain my heart , and cloud my eyes ,

To see the dawn of heavenly day , and breathe

celestial air .

Yet higher would I stretch my ﬂight c And reach the sacred ourts of light , Where my Redeemer reigns ;

- n a Far beami g from his radi nt throne ,

‘ Immortal splendors , joys unknown ,

’ - With never fading lustre , shine o er

blissful plains .

Ten thousand times ten thousand tong ue s

- There join in rapture breathing songs ,

An d tune the g oldeii lyre

To Jesus , their exalted Lord ; ! Dear name , how loved , and how adored

His charms awake the heavenly strain ,

every note inspire .

2 N E 3 4 H Y MN S 0 H A VE N .

But ah , how far from mortal sight The Lord of glory dwells A veil of interposing night

His radiant face conceals .

Oh could my longing spirit rise

On strong, immortal wing,

An d reach thy palace in the skies, My Saviour and my King !

There myriads worship at thy feet , — An d there divine employ .

of The triumphs thy love repeat ,

In songs of endless j oy .

Thy presence beams eternal day O ’er all the blissful place Who would not drop this load of clay An d die to see thy face

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To Jesus , the crown of my hope , My soul is in haste to be gone ;

hear Oh me , ye cherubim , up , An d waft me away to his throne ! WH O W OULD N O T G O T O H E A VE N ? 325

I My Saviour , whom absent love ,

Whom , not having seen , I adore , Whose name is exalted above All m glory , do inion , and power ;

v Dissol e thou these bonds , that detain My soul from her portion in thee

off is Ah , strike th adamant chain , A n d make me eternally free !

When that happy era begins , I When arrayed in thy glories shine , Nor grieve any more by my sins

The bosom on which I recline ,

l Oh then sha l the veil be removed , And round me thy brightness be poured ; I shall meet him whom absent I loved , I l I shal see whom unseen adored .

And then never more shall the fears , i The tr als , temptations , and woes ,

Which darken this valley of tears ,

Intrude on my blissful repose .

Or , if yet remembered above , Remembrance no sadness shall raise ; w l They il be but new signs of thy love ,

New themes for my wonder and praise . 28 H YAI N S N H E E O A V N .

Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain

set Shall me eternally free , Will but strengthen and rivet the chain h i W ich binds me , my Sav our , to thee .

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H E N R Y V AU G HAN . AH ! what time wilt thou come ?when shall that

’ The Bridegroom s coming ﬁll the sky

Shall it in the evening run , When ou r words and Works are done ? Or will thy all—surprising light

Break at midnight ,

or When either sleep , some dark pleasure, Possesseth mad man without measure Or shall these early fragrant hours

Unlock thy bowers ,

An d , with their blush of light , descry Thy locks crowned with eter n itie

Indeed , it is the only time That with thy glory doth best chMe All now are stirring ; every ﬁeld Full hymns doth yield

' w oﬂ The hole creation shakes night , An d for thy shadow looks the light ;

328 H YM H E E N S O N A V N .

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J E RE M Y TA Y L O R .

HEN oh W , Lord , when shall we Our dear Salvation see ?

Ar ise , arise Our fainting eyes

’ on e too . Have longed all night , and twas a long , Man never yet could say

saw on e He more than day ,

’ One day of Eden s seven ;

The guilty hours , there blasted with the

sin h Of and deat , Have ever since worn a nocturnal hue ;

u s But thou hast given hopes that we ,

At length , another day shall see ,

Wh er em each vile , neglected place , i G lt with the aspect of thy face , f o . Shall be , like that, the porch and gate heaven

God ? How long , dear , how long See how the nations throng ;

All human kind , Knit and combined I nto one body , look for thee their head . Pity our multitude

Lord , we are vile and rude ,

sen scless Headless and , without thee , O0 WH O W O ULD N OT G O T O H E A VE N ? C [

Of all things but the want of thy blest face ;

Oh haste apace ,

A n d thy bright self to this our body wed ,

of That , through the inﬂux thy power ,

Each part , that erst confusion wore ,

o n May put order, and appear

of Spruce , as the childhood the year ,

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I S AA C W ATT S .

WHEN shall thy lovely face be seen ? When shall o u r eyes behold our God ?

of What lengths distance lie between ,

An d ! hills of guilt, a heavy load

Our months are ages of delay , An d slowly every minute wears ;

Fly , winged time , and roll away

of These tedious rounds sluggish years .

Ye heavenly gates , loose all your chains ; Let the eternal pillars bow ;

Blest Saviour , cleave the starry plains ,

An d ﬂ make the crystal mountains ow. 28" 330 H YJI N S H E ON A VE N .

H ark , how thy saints unite their cries ,

And pray , and wait the general doom ; o Come th u , the Soul of all our joys ,

' Th ou th e , Desire of nations , come .

wi Our spirits shake their eager ngs ,

And burn to meet thy ﬂying thr one ;

We rise away from mortal thi n gs

’ T attend thy shining chariot down .

Now let our cheerful eyes survey il The blazing earth and melting h ls ,

An d see smile to the lightnings play ,

A n d a ﬂash long before thy wheels .

Oh for a shout o f vi olent joys To join the trumpet ’s thundering sound !

The angel herald shakes the skies , w A akes the graves , and tears the ground .

Ye slumbering saints , a heavenly host Stands waiting at your gaping tombs Let every sacred sleeping du st

Leap into life , for Jesus comes .

Jesus , the God of might and love

New moulds ou r limbs of cumbrous clay ;

Q uick as seraphic ﬂames we move ,

A as . ctive and young, and fair they

H E E 332 H YMN S O N A V N .

I see the Lord of glory come , An d ﬂaming guards around ;

The skies divide to make him room , t The trumpe shakes the ground .

! ! I hear the voice , Ye dead , arise !

An d ! , lo the graves obey , An d waking saints with joyful eyes

’ Salute th expectant day .

on i They leave the dust , and the w ng

Rise to the middle air ,

thelr In shining garments meet King ,

An d low adore him there .

Oh may my humble spirit stand Amongst them clothed in whi te The meanest place at his ri ght hand

Is inﬁnite delight .

How will our joy and wonder rise , When our returning King

Shall bear u s home ward through the skies On love ’s triumphant wing l WH O W O ULD N O T G O T O H E A VE N ? 333

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EJOICE R , all ye believers ,

An d le t your lights appear ;

v n The e e ing is advancing, And darker night is near ;

The Bridegroom is arising , And soon he draweth nigh ; ! w Up pray , and watch , and restle ,

At midnight comes the cry .

See that your lamps are burning ;

oil Replenish them with , d An wait for your salvation , The end of earthly toil ; The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near ;

Go , meet him as he cometh , With hallelujahs clear !

Ye wise and holy virgins ,

Now raise your voices higher, Till in songs of jubilee

They meet the angel-choir ;

- The marriage feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand ; ! ! Up up ye heirs of glory, The Bridegroom is at hand ! 334 H ms O N H E A VE N

Ye saints , who here in patience ff Your cross and su erings bore , Shall live and reign forever When sorrow is no more ;

' Around the throne of glory

The Lamb ye shall behold , In triumph cast before Him f Your diadems o gold .

Palms of vi ctory are there ; There radiant garments are ; There stands the peaceful harvest - Beyond the reach of war ;

There , after stormy winter , The ﬂowers of earth aris e

’ An d from the grave s long slumber

Shall meet again our eyes .

Our Hope and Expectation , 0 ! Jesus , now appear A rise , thou Sun , so longed for, O ’er this benighted sphere

With hearts and hands uplifted ,

see We plead , O Lord , to

’ The day of earth s redemption That brings us unto thee !

336 H r MN s H E E O N A V N .

In the shining of thy smile

’ An d thy love s all-qu i ckening ray

Chases night and pain away , That my heart grows light the while ; Heavenly joys in thee are mine ;

Far from thee I mourn and pine .

Graft me into thee forever,

Tree of Life , that I may grow S tronger heavenward , drooping never

For the sharpest storms that blow, Bearing fruits of faith and truth ; Then transplant me out of time Into that eternal clime

Where I shall renew my youth , When earth ’s withered leaves shall bloom

Fresh in beauty from the tomb .

H Life , to whom as to my ead

I me unite , through my soul

N - ow thy quickening life stream shed ,

’ An d y l thy lo e s warm current rol , Freshening all with strength and grace ;

Be thou mine , I am thine own ,

Here and ever , thine alone All my hope in thee I place

Heaven and earth are nought to me ,

0 of Safe , Life life , with thee !

E 340 H YMN S O N H A VE N .

Yet peace , my heart, and hush , my tongue

Be calm , my troubled breast ; Each restless hour is hastenin g on The everlasting rest Thou kn owest that the time thy God A ppoints for thee is best .

Let faith , not fear nor fretfulness ,

! a ? Aw ke the cry , How long

Let no faint-heartedness of soul

Damp thy aspi ri ng song

Right comes , truth dawns , the night departs f Of error and o wrong .

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’ JESUS hour is not yet come

Let this word thy answer be ,

Pilgrim , asking for thy home , Longing to be blest and free

Yet a season tarry on ,

Nobly borne is nobly done . H OW S O O N I N H E A VE N ? 341

While oppressing cares and fears

e Night and day no respite leav ,

Still prolonged through many years , None to help thee or relieve ;

Hold the word of promise fast ,

Till deliverance comes at last .

- Every creature hope and trust,

Every earthly prop or stay , May lie prostrate in the dust May have failed or passed away ;

Then , when darkest falls the night ,

Jesus comes , and all is light .

Yes , the Comforter draws nigh

To the breaking , bursting heart , d For , with ten er sympathy , He has seen and felt its smart ; Through its darkest hours of ill

He is waiting, watching still .

Dost thou ask when comes his hour ? Then when it shall aid thee best ; h w Trust his fait fulness and po er ,

Trust in him , and quiet rest ; ff w Su er on , and hope , and ait ,

Jesus never comes too late . 29* H l I N S ON H E E 34 A V N .

s Blessed day , which hastens fa t , End of conﬂict and of sin !

Death itself shall die at last ,

’ Heaven s eternal joys begin ; Then eternity shall prove

God is Light and God is Love .

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G R E V KLLE .

A LITTLE while , and every fear That o ’er the perfect day

Flings shadows dark and drear , Shall pass like mist away ;

The secret tear , the anxious sigh , Shall pass into a smile ;

Time changes to eternity ,

We only wait a little while .

w A little hile , and every charm

That steals away the heart ,

An d earthly joys that warm

And lure us from our part , Shall cease our heavenly views to dim The world shall not beguile

Our ever- faithful thoughts from Him

Who bade us wait a little while .

H Y H E E 344 MN S O N A V N.

A little longer , and thy heart, beloved , Shall beat forever with a love divine ;

so so An d joy pure , so mighty , eternal ,

N . o creature knows and lives , will then be thine

A little longer yet , and angel voices Shall ring in heavenly chant upon thine ear ;

Angels and saints await thee , and God needs thee ? Beloved , can we bid thee linger here

W en n Wilt h t .

B A ! TE R . Now it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live

To love and serve thee is my share,

An d hi t s thy grace must give .

If life be long , I will be glad , That I may long obey ; I f short , yet why should I be sad , That shall have the same pay ?

If death shall bruise this springing seed

Before it comes to fruit ,

The will with thee goes for the deed ; l Thy ife was in the root . H OW S O O N IN H E A VE N ? 345

f l Long li e is a long grief and toi , An d multiplieth faults In long wars he may have the foil

’ That scapes in short assaults .

Chr ist leads us through no darker rooms Than he went through before ; He that into God ’s kingdom comes

Must enter by this door .

Come , Lord , when grace hath made me meet

c see Thy blessed fa e to ,

on For if thy work earth be sweet , What will thy glory be ?

sad ai Then I shall end my compl nts , d An weary , sinful days , And join with the triumphant saints

’ That sing Jehovah s praise . My knowledge of that life is small ; The eye of faith is dim

’ all But tis enough that Christ knows ,

An d I shall be with him . 346 H YMN S O N H E A VE N

ail earer N< g N .

E ! AMIN E R .

NEARER home , nearer home ! However dark and lonely The path through which we roam This is a journey only

An d though we oft , affrighted ,

b ack Shrink with sigh and moan , Our camp -ﬁr e s still are lighted

! ’ A day s march nearer home .

l Nearer home , nearer home

Oh , joy beyond expressing, That over thorn and stone Our feet are homeward pressing ! For though we leave behind us

Some buds of hope unblown , The sunset still doth ﬁnd us

’ A day s march nearer home .

‘ ! Nearer home , nearer home

0 - many mansioned dwelling, Beneath thy shining dome No tides of grief are swelling ;

And toward thy fadeless glory

With eager haste we come , Repeating earth ’s brief story ! A ’ day s march nearer home .

‘ 48 H YﬂI N S ON H E A VE N .

Thou art the voice of hope ;

The music of the spheres , A song of blessings yet to come , A herald from my future home , My soul delighted hears !

sin By deceived ,

By nature grieved ,

amI nearer rest than when I ﬁrst believed .

Thou art the voice of life ,

A sound which seems to say ,

Oh , prisoner in this gloomy vale ,

Thy ﬂesh shall faint , thy heart shall fail, Yet fairer scenes thy spirit hail That cannot pass away ; Here grief and pain Thy steps detain ;

in the image of the Lord , shalt thou

Jesus reign .

fear w a 3 n re gh hs.

H . B O NA R .

A FEW more years shall roll ,

A e few more seasons com , An d we shall be with those that

Asleep within the tomb . H OW S O O N IN HE A VE N ? 349

Then , O my Lord , prepare My soul for that great day ;

Oh wash me in thy precious blood ,

An d take my sins away !

A few more suns shall set

’ O er these dark hills of time ,

An d n t we shall be where suns are o ,

A far serener clime . 0 Then , my Lord , prepare My soul for that blest day ;

Oh wash me in thy precious blood , And take my sins away !

A few more storms shall beat i On this w ld , rocky shore , w And we shall be here tempests cease , d n An surges swell o more . 0 Then , my Lord , prepare My soul for that calm day ;

Oh wash me in thy precious blood ,

An d take my sins away .

A few more struggles here , A ’ few more partings o er , A few more toils , a few more tears ,

And we shall weep no more . so 50 H YOI N S ON H E E A V N .

0 Then , my Lord , prepare

My soul for that blest day ;

Oh wash me in thy precious blood,

A n d take my sins away .

A few more Sabbaths here

o u r Shall cheer us on way ,

An d we shall reach the endless rest,

- The eternal Sabbath day . 0 Then , my Lord , prepare My soul for that sweet day ;

a Oh w sh me in thy precious blood ,

An d take my sins away .

’ Tis but a little while , And He shall come again i Who died that we m ght live , who

w ma That we ith him y reign . 0 Then , my Lord , prepare My soul for that glad day

Oh wash me in thy precious blood ,

An d take my sins away .

352 H YM H E N S O N A VE N .

Beyond the parting and the meeting I shall be soon

n Beyond the farewell and the greeti g,

’ Beyond the pulse s fever beating ,

I shall be soon .

Love , rest , and home ! Sweet home !

e . Lord , tarry not , but com

Beyond the frost-chain and the fever I shall be soon

- Beyond the rock waste and the river, v Beyond the e er and the never,

I shall be soon .

‘ Love , rest , and home ! Sweet home

Lord , tarry not , but come .

356 H YMN S ON H E A VE N .

Brothers , sisters of the worm ,

’ ’ Summer s sun , or winter s storm

’ of or Song peace , battle s roar ,

’ Ne er shall break their slumbers more ; Death shall keep his silent trust Earth to earth and dust to dust ! !

n But a day is comi g fast ,

a E rth , thy mightiest and thy last ;

It shall come in fear and wonder, Heralded by trump and thunder ; It shall come in strife and toil ;

It shall come in blood and spoil ,

’ It shall come in empires groans ,

Burning temples , trampled thrones ;

! Then , ambition , rule thy lust Earth to earth and dust to dust ! !

Then shall come the judgment sign ;

n In the east the Ki g shall shine ,

’ Flashing from Heaven s golden gate ,

Thousands , thousands round his state ,

Spirits with the crown and plume .

Tremble , then , thou sullen tomb

ou r Heaven shall open on sight ,

Earth be turned to living light , Kingdoms of the ransomed just Earth to earth and dust to dust ! ! H OW L O N G I N HE A VE N ? 357

Then thy mount , Jerusalem ,

Shall be gorg eous as a gem ; Then shall in the desert rise Fruits of more than Paradise ;

Earth by angel feet be trod ,

One great garden of her God ,

’ Till are dried the martyrs tears ,

Through a thousand glorious years . Now in hope of Him we trust Earth to earth and dust to dust ! !

lee i an h in alein S g n g it g .

HE T Shepherd , by his passion , Made peace and wrought salvation ; To all in his good keeping

Now dying is but sleeping .

f They go , not souls a frighted , To judgment sternly cited ;

They go from hardships dreary,

To rest like soldiers weary .

No fears the heart molesting ,

’ n From all life s trouble resti g,

They wait the glad revival ,

An d sleep till its arrival . 35 8 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

They lay their toil-worn members

’ In death s cool , quiet chambers ,

An d , free from care and cumber ,

Like children sink to slumber .

’ Safe in God s love that found them , With Christ ’s strong arm around them

An d sealed by his good Spirit , ? To die , why need they fear it

Thy grace , O Lord , doth teach me No harm through death can reach me

So let mine eyes, when closing, Be on thy cross reposin g ;

i This heart to thee be cleav ng, To its last beat believing ;

Then , till the resurrection ,

Give my poor dust protection .

Glad , then , be mine awaking,

n My lips in praises breaki g,

c My body, lad with brightness , Like the spring lily ’s whiteness l

H E E 360 H YMN S O N A V N .

hi 0 ’ Yet w lst , our God , o er the body

a h est Thou w tc , to mould it again , What region of rest hast thou ordered

’ ‘ Where th e spir it unclothed may remain ?

n l In the bosom of sai ts is her dwe ling,

Where the fathers and Lazarus are ,

hi s Whom the rich man , athirst , in anguish

Beholds in their bliss from afar .

l 0 We fol ow thy words , Redeemer ,

When , trampling on Death in his pride , Thou sentest to tread in thy footsteps

The thi ef on the cross at thy side .

The bright way of Paradise opened ,

For every believer has space , An d that garden again we may enter

ou r Whi ch the serpent once closed to race .

in aileb Nean rrert n N .

O M M O . U O . M I L L S S . P R TH E G E R AN F P B H , B Y H

I AIL in H the day, prospect bright ,

When I from death awaking, l My Saviour God sha l meet my sig ht, Forth in his glory breakin g ; H OW L O N G I N HE A VE N ? 361

’ Then to the skies with joy I ll rise , Their crown of glory wearing

’ Who love their Lord s appearing .

Thou , Lord , wilt in due time reveal

That day of consummation , When all thy saints from every ill Shall have complete salvation ;

Then of thy love shall learn above ,

Through endless life , the measure,

Of grace thy boundless treasure .

That life thou wilt to me impart ; Thou art my hope unceasing ; Thy coming shall rejoice my heart My prisoned dust releasing ; Nor need I fear before thy bar f The scof ers to resemble , Who shall in anguish tremble ;

While I , in wonder and delight

Shall stand , dear Lord , before thee ,

With ransomed sinners on thy right ,

An d then in heaven adore thee .

r ace With hopes so high thy g supply,

To ﬁt me for thy favor, An d for thy joys forever 31 H YJI N H E 362 S O N A VE N .

e (ﬁlcr iun s O n in Nh w g .

OUR Saviour shall descend again ,

’ Earth s b u ried millions raising ;

With him shall come a glorious train , A doring him and praising . Raise high the song that loud and long Before him ceaseth never w Till , casting do n each golden crown ,

All worship him forever .

What though these bodies lie in dust Before that glad appearing ?

Yet shall they stand among the just ,

’ Our Saviour s image wearing . Raise high the song that loud and long hi m Before ceaseth never ,

Till , casting down each golden crown ,

All worship hi m forever .

’ What though earth s gathering tempests lower, And ages pass in sad n ess ? Their darkest hour shall swell the power

An d glory of that gladness . Raise high the song that loud an d long

Before him ceaseth never ,

Till , casting down each golden crown

All worship him forever .

M V H E A 364 H Y N S tN VE N .

S OU L .

’

h th ou r t slee ie . A , go ; weak , and p Heaven i Is a plain watch , and without ﬁgures w nds

who All ages up ; drew this circle , even

He ﬁlls it ; dayes and hours are blinds . Yet this take with thee the last gasp of time

’

a eter n all . Is thy ﬁrst bre th , and man s prime

’ atssan r Nen e.

JAMES BEATTIE .

YET such the destiny of all on earth So ﬂourishes and fades majestic man

Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth ,

And fostering gales a while the nursling fan .

Oh smile , ye heavens serene ye mildews wan , w Ye blighting hirlwinds , spare his balmy prime ,

Nor lessen of his life the little span .

Borne on the swift though silent wings of time ,

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime .

An d be it so . Let those deplore their doom

Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn ;

But lofty souls , who look beyond the tomb ,

Can smile at fate , and wonder how they mourn . Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return ? H OW L O N G IN H E A VE N ? 365

Is yonder wave the sun ’s eternal bed ?

l n e w Soon sha l the orient with lustre burn ,

e And spring shall soon her vital inﬂuenc shed ,

Again attune the grove , again adorn the mead .

Shall I be left abandoned in the dust ? When fate , relenting , lets the ﬂower revive l ’ Sha l nature s voice , to man alone unjust ,

hO e 7 Bid him , though doomed to perish , p to live Is it for this fair virtue oft must strive ? With disappointment , penury , and pain

’ n No heaven s immortal spri g shall yet arrive ,

’ And man s majestic beauty bloom again ,

’ Bright through the eternal year of love s triumphant

reign .

ea ear in N hg g .

THE star is not extinguished when it sets Upon the dull horizon ; but it goes

To shine in other skies , then reappear ﬁ In ours , as fresh as when it rst arose.

The river is not lost when o ’er the rock It pours its ﬂood into the abyss below ;

Its scattering force regathering from the shock ,

u It hastens onward with yet f ller ﬂow . an t 366 H YMN S O N H E A VE N .

The bright su n dies not when the shadowing or b

Of the eclipsing moon obscures its ray ;

It still is shining on , and soon to us

Will burst undimmed into the joy of day .

The lily dies not when both ﬂower and leaf

sad Fade , and are strewed upon the chill , ground ;

Gone for shelter to its mother earth ,

- r e . Twill rise , bloom , and shed its fragrance round

- The dew drop dies not when it leaves the ﬂower , An d passes upward on the beam of morn i It does but hide itself in light on h gh ,

ﬂ r To its loved oWe at twilight to return .

The ﬁn e gold h as not perished when the ﬂame Seizes upon it with consuming glow ;

In freshened splendor it comes forth anew,

’ To sparkle on the monarch s throne or brow .

Thus nothing dies , or only dies to live ,

su n ﬂ ower th e - Star , stream , , , dew drop , and the gold ; hi Each goodly t ng, instinct with buoyant hope ,

On Hastes to put its purer , ﬁner mould .

So , in the quiet joy of kindly trust,

We bid each parting saint a brief farewell ; i Weeping , yet smil ng, we commit their dust

n of To the safe keepi g the silent cell .

E 368 H YMN S O N H A VE N .

To hi m from your dispersions gather ; The Lord of glory calls you home ; Behold the morning break ;

’ Death s night is gone ; awake ! Hallelujah Now is prepared Your full reward ;

That day , the last great day , is here !

se a an d i Earth , and , hell , are quak ng ; Now the redeemed to life are waking ; To new and perfect life they rise

’ Jesus comes in glory s brightness ,

Before him mercy , truth , uprightness , How fair their crown how rich the prize ! w ’ They live ith God s dear Son , Their light his shining throne Shout hosannas

Redeemer , thou Dost give us now

Sure mansions of eternal peace .

Praise shall be our glad employment Through endless day of pure enjoyment ; What stores in thee of grace unknown ! Joys are now all hope excelling ; il New wonders st l thou art revealing,

’ Our Friend , and God s beloved Son . H OW L O N G I N H E A VE N ? 369

N a ever to eye appe red ,

Such things were n ever heard, Thine the glory

Eternally ,

O Lord , to thee New songs and honors be addressed !

mah at g e, N alee !

O M G O L I P I O L A I FR TH E E RMAN F PHI N C .

AWAKE i , awake , for night is ﬂy ng, The watchmen on the heights are cryin g ; ! Awake , Jerusalem , at last M v idnight hears the welcome oices , An d at the thrilling cry rejoices

v n Come forth , ye irgi s , night is past ; The Bridegroom comes ; awake ; Your lamps with gladness take Hallelujah !

An d - for his marriage feast prepare ,

For ye must go to meet him there .

Z n ion hears the watchmen singi g , An d all her heart with joy is sprin ging ; She wakes ; sh e rises from her gloom ;

- For her Lord comes down all glorious ,

n v The stro g in grace , in truth ictorious ; " 370 II 1 J! N S 0 N H E A VE N.

Her star is risen , her Light is come .

Ah , come , thou blessed Lord , 0 Jesus , Son of God , Hallelujah ! We follow till the halls we see

su Where thou hast bid us p with thee .

NOW let all the heavens adore thee ,

An d me n and angels sing before thee ,

’ With harp and cymbal s clearest tone ;

n e Of o pearl each shining portal , Where we are with the choir immortal Of angels round thy dazzling throne ;

Nor eye hath seen , nor ear Hath yet attained to hear What there is ours

B u t e we rejoice , and sing to the

Our hymn of joy eternally .

r n h ln h ﬁs e , Ne he .

H . B O NA R .

ASCEND , beloved , to the joy ; The festal day has come ;

- To night the Lamb doth feast his own ,

- n To night he with his bride sits dow ,

- To night puts on the spousal crown ,

In the great upper room .

YJJI N S ON H E E 372 H A V N .

Sorrow and sighing are no more ; The weeping hours are past ; — wi To night the waiting ll be done ,

- - on To night the wedding robe put , The glory and the joy begun ;

The crown has come at last .

Without , within , is light , is light ; A round , above , is love , is love ;

We enter , to go out no more ; We raise the song unsung before We doff the sackcloth that we wore ;

For all is joy above .

A v scend , belo ed , to the life ;

’ Our days of death are o er ; Mortality has done its worst ; The fetters of the tomb are burst ; ﬁ The last has n ow become the rst ,

Forever, evermore .

A to scend , beloved , the feast ;

Make haste , thy day is come ; Thrice blest are they the Lamb doth To share the heavenly festival

’ a - In the new Salem s p lace hall,

Our everlasting home . I I . FOR EVER AND EV ER.

Nife Eter n al.

RIEF life is here our portion ,

- a Brief sorrow , short lived c re ;

The life that knows no ending ,

The tearless life , is there . Reward of grace how wondrous ! ! Short toil , eternal rest

i Oh , m racle of mercy , That rebels should be blest !

sin That we , with polluted Should have our home so high ! That we should dwell in mansions Beyond the starry sky !

And now we ﬁght the battle , And then we wear the crown Of full and everlasting

n d - A ever bright renown .

oh I know not , ! I know not What social joys are there ;

What pure , unfading glory ;

‘ What light beyond compare ; 32 873 3 H YJI N S H E 0 T4 O N A VE N .

An d when I fain would sing them , My Spirit fails and faints An d vainly strives to image

The assembly of the saints .

There is the throne of David ,

An d m d there , fro toil release ,

The shout of them that triumph , The song of them that feast ; 0 garden free from sorrow ! O plains that fear no strife

O princely bowers all-blooming ! O realm and home of life

( c Jar Eber tn re.

U I V Z D B L N UNI E R S IT Y MA G A IN E .

Two worlds there are . To one our eyes we strain Whose magic joys we shall not see again

Bright haze of morning veils its glimmerin g shore ; All ! truly breathed we there Intoxicating air

Glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of nevermore .

H y MN H E 376 s O N A VE N .

Very far off its marble cities seem ;

V off ou r ery far , beyond sensual dream ,

’ Its woods u n r u ﬂle d by the wild wind s roar ; Yet does the turbulent surge Howl on its very verge ;

hin One moment , and we breathe wit the evermore .

They whom we loved and lost so long ago

w l woe D e l in those cities , far from mortal , a Haunt those fresh woodlands , whence sweet c rollings

soar . Eternal peace have they God wipes their tears away ;

of They drink that river life which ﬂows for evermore .

Thither we hasten thr ough these regions dim ;

10 ! But , the wide wings of the seraphim Shine in the sunset ! on that joyous shore Our lightened hearts shall know The life of long ago ;

- The sorrow burdened past shall fade for evermore . H OW L O N G I N H E A VE N ? 377

ean an h n relaer . S Cljf

J . S . M ON S E L L .

SOON and forever

Such promise our trust , Though ashes to ashes

And dust unto dust , Soon and forever Our union shall be M ade perfect , our glorious

Redeemer , in thee . When the sins and the sorrows

’ Of time shall be o er, Its pangs and its partings

Remembered no more ,

When life cannot fail , An d when death cannot sever Chr istians with Christ shall be

’ Soon and forever .

SOon and forever The breaking of day Shall drive all the night-clouds

Of sorrow away . Soon and forever

’ ’ e We ll s e as we re seen , An d learn the deep meaning Of things that have been ; 32? 378 H YMN S O N H E A VE N

lltin s u s When ﬁg g without ,

An d fears from within , Shall weary no more In the warfare of sin ;

Where tears , and where fears ,

And where death shall be never, Christians with Christ shall be

Soon and forever .

Soon and forever

The work shall be done ,

The warfare accomplished , The victory won Soon and forever The soldier lay down

His sword for a harp ,

A n d his cross for a crown .

Then droop not in sorrow, Despond not in fear ;

A glorious to-morrow

Is brightening and near,

When , blessed reward

Of each faithful endeavor , Christians with Christ shall be

Soon and forever .

H Y H 380 MN S O N E A VE N .

A non the clouds depart , The winds and waters cease While sweetly o ’er my gladdened heart

Expands the bow of peace .

Beneath its glowing arch , Al ong 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

’ ’ - er Earth s Babel tongues o power .

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, Hi dden alike from view

I sleep , I wake , as in His sight

r Who looks all nature th ough .

All that I am , have been , All that I yet may be ,

He sees at once , as he hath seen ,

And shall forever see . H OW L O N G I N HE A VE N ? 381

How can I meet his eyes ? s Mine on the cros I cast ,

’ An d o n w my life a Saviour s prize ,

Mercy from ﬁrst to last .

Forever with the Lord ! ! ’ i Father, if tis thy w ll , The promise of that faithful word Even here to me fu lﬁl !

Be thou at my right hand , Then can I never fail ;

an d Uphold thou me , I shall stand ;

Fight , and I must prevail

So when my latest breath

a Shall rend the veil in tw in , By death I shall escape from death

An d life eternal gain .

i Know ng as I am known , How shall I love that word

An d oft repeat before the throne , ! Forever with the Lord

Then , though the soul enjoy

Communion high and sweet ,

While worms this body must destroy,

Both shall in glory meet . 3 2 H YM ON H E E 8 N S A V N .

The trump of ﬁnal doom

th e - Will speak self same word ,

’ An d heaven s voice thunder through the tomb Forever 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 resurre ction-word

Shall be their shout of victory, Forever with the Lord ! !

- That resurrection word ,

That shout of victory , ! i ! ! Once more , Forever w th the Lord

Amen ; so let it be .

T H E E ND .