When shall my labours have an end, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls, Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes 4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe, I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there 6 Jerusalem, my happy home! Anon. [1801]. Commandments. 116. From the "Harmonia Perfecta." 1 E REV. VII. 13-17. XALTED high at God's right hand, 3 Through tribulation great they came, In God they dwell, and on Him rest. 4 Hunger they ne'er shall fear again, 5 Unknown to mortal ears, they sing 6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme; 7 Amen! they cry, to Him alone, Repeat His praise, and say, Amen! Rowland Hill, 1783. St. Pancras. 117. JONATHAN BATTISHILL. 1 HAPPY saints, who dwell in light, Safe landed on that peaceful shore, 5 Ah! Lord! with tardy steps I creep, And I will sing as loud as they. John Berridge, 1785. |