Oh for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

7 There ye that love my Saviour sit,

There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.

658

The Saints in Heaven.

1 Then from the flesh they fly;
Glorious joys ordained to know,
They mount above the sky;
In that bright, celestial place,
They without a vail shall see
Their Redeemer's heavenly face,
And with him ever be.

O their Lord believers go,

2 When they once have entered there,
Their mourning days are o'er;
Sin and pain and want and care
And sighing are no more:
Subject then to no decay,

Heavenly bodies they put on,
Swifter than the lightning's ray,
And brighter than the sun.

3 While eternal ages roll,

Their anthems they shall raise;
God the portion of the soul,

And its employment praise:
Upward, Lord, our souls would rise,

We would join that happy throng;

Swell the chorus of the skies,

Watts.

7.6.

And praise in endless song. C. Wesley, (alt'd.)

659

1

Friendship in Heaven.

RIEND after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts

That finds not here an end:

Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were bless'd.

2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond the reign of death,

6.8.

3

There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath,

Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward and expire.
There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown;
A long eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here,
Translated to that glorious sphere.
4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away:

As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day:

Nor sink those stars in empty night,

But hide themselves in heaven's own light.

Montgomery.

660

1

JERU

The heavenly Jerusalem.

[ERUSALEM, my happy home—
Name ever dear to me,

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

2 Oh when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

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

C. M.

Bless'd seats, through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

4 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.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

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

661

1

OH

The Glory of Christ in Heaven.

H, the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams.
Of his o'erflowing grace!

2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;

And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

3 Princes to his imperial name

Bend their bright sceptres down;
Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice
To see him wear the crown.

4 Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Through every heavenly street;
And lay their highest honors down,
Submissive, at his feet.

5 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,
Whom we, unseen, adore;

But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

6 And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;

And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To bear our souls away.

662

1

2

Heavenly Glory.

THERE is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love:
An everlasting temple;

And saints, arrayed in white,
There serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with him in light.

The meanest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor
Of Jesus on the throne?
There now he sits exalted,
Who hung upon the tree;

C. M.

Watts.

7. 6. Iambic.

3

4

663

1

The clders fall before him,

The angels bend the knee.
Is this the man of sorrows,

Who stood at Pilate's bar,
Condemned by haughty Herod,
And by his men of war?
Lo, now the mighty conqueror
Who spoiled the powers below,
And ransomed many captives
From everlasting wo.

The hosts of saints around him
Redeeming grace adore;
Recount their toils and conflicts,
And tell their sufferings o'er;
Then turn and bow to Jesus,
Who brought them on their way,
From earthly tribulation

To everlasting day.

The Heavenly Canaan.

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;

Where endless day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

C. M.

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

664

1

The blessed Society in Heaven.

RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run
Through every heavenly street:

And say there's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.

2 There, on a high majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns,

And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.

3 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon;

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

4 Amidst those ever-shining skies
Behold the sacred Dove;

While banished sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.

5 The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;
And saints and seraphs sing, and praise
The infinite Three-One.

6 But oh, what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!

Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!

7 Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,

When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell among them there?

665

1

"We shall see him as he is."

ATHER, I long, I faint to see
The place of thy abode;

I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God.

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

But to abide in thy embrace
Is infinite delight.

Watts.

C. M.

Watts.

C. M.