4 They neither thirst nor hunger more;
Their wants are all supplied;

Oh! that we all might reach the shore,
And there with Christ abide.

5 Oh! may we on his throne sit down,
And hear him say, "Well done!"
Receive the blood-bought, starry crown,
Which you through faith have won.

HYMN 141. C. M.

JERUSALEM!

ERUSALEM! my happy home;

When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Bless'd seats! thro' rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
Or feel, at death, dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

I

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand:

And soon my friends in Christ, below,
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

HYMN 142. 11s and 12s.

WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the

way,

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within,
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 O! who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns.

5 Where saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

HYMN 143. C. M.

WEET rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eye;

Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly:
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind:
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main,
And leave the world behind.

2 I view the monster death, and smile,
Now he has lost his sting;
Though Satan rages all the while,
I still in triumph sing;

I hold my Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms,
No other good I'll know.

3 A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er,

I hope to join the heavenly host,
On Canaan's happy shore.

My rapturous soul shall drink and feast
In love's unbounded sea;

This glorious hope of endless rest
Is now transporting me.

HYMN 144.

'The sweet praise of our King,
IS pleasant to sing

As here in this valley of sorrows we move;
"Twill be pleasanter still

When we stand on the hill,

And give thanks to our Saviour, our Master above

2 "Tis sweet to recline
On thy bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine,
While born from above,

And upheld by thy love,

With singing and triumph to Zion we move.

3 On Canaan's fair land

We shortly shall stand,

With crowns on our heads, and with harps in our hand;

Our harps shall be tuned,

The Lamb shall be crown'd,

Salvation to Jesus thro' heaven shall resound.

HYMN 145. 8 lines 8s and 7s.

For the azure-vaulted sky,

AR above yon glorious ceiling

Jesus sits, his love revealing
To his splendid troops on high.
Hosts seraphic humbly bowing,
At his feet they prostrate fall;
Saints and angels all avowing
God in Christ is all in all.

2 Could we leave our foolish dreaming
Of a fancied heaven below,
And see Jesus' glory beaming,
How our souls would long to go.
We in him our rest regaining,
All its blessedness should prove:
O'er our foes victorious reigning,
Perfected in spotless love.

3 We should for his day be waiting;
When the full reward is given;
When the glorious work's completed,
Jesus takes his church to heaven.
Pure from every stain of nature,
There in holiness to shine;
Moulded like its great Creator,
All immortal, all divine.

HYMN 146. C. M.

FATHER, I long, I faint to see

The place of thine abode;

I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;

But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigor in,
With wonder and with love.