I THERE is an hour of peaceful rest 2 There is a home for weary souls, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn of heaven. 830 I EARTH has engrossed my love too long; 'Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to Thy throne, And to my native skies. 2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits,— The God! how bright He shines!— And scatters infinite delights On all the happy minds. 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, Circle the throne around; And move and charm the starry plains, 4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs ; Sounds sweet from every string. 5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 831 I How bright these glorious spirits shine! Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, 3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand 4 The Lamb that dwells amid the throne, 5 In pastures green He'll lead His flock, RHINE. C. M. 832 I THERE is a land of pure delight, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 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, 834 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, I OH for the pearly gates of heaven! Oh for the Sun of Righteousness Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, 833 flood Should fright us from the shore. I ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, How soon they tire and faint! How many a spot defiles the robe That wraps an earthly saint! 3 Oh for a heart that never sins! HUGHES. C. M. Double. 3 835 I O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem, 2 No dimming cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God Himself gives light. Thy walls are made of precious stone, Thy bulwarks diamond-square, Thy gates are all of orient pearlO God! if I were there! 3 Right through thy streets, with pleasing sound The flood of life doth flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow: Those trees each month yield ripened fruit, For evermore they spring; To thee their honors bring. 4 There the blest souls that hardly 'scaped The snare of death and hell, Triumph in joy eternally, Whereof no tongue can tell. O mother dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? JENNER, 75 & 6s. 2 A-men. 836 I FOR thee, O dear, dear country, Is unction to the breast, 2 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! They raise thy holy tower; And thine the golden dower. 3 O one, O only mansion! The Crucified thy praise; 4 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; With amethyst unpriced; The corner-stone is Christ. JERUSALEM. C. M. Double. Fine. D. S. 837 I JERUSALEM, my happy home, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3 Oh when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Then shall my labors have an end, 838 I FAIR Vision! how thy distant gleam 2 With thee in view, how poor appear 3 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain, Blest seats! through rude and stormy 4 Come crown and throne, come robe scenes, I onward press to you. 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; and palm, Burst forth, glad stream of peace; Come, Holy City of the Lamb! Rise, Sun of Righteousness! And soon my friends in Christ below, 5 When shall the clouds that veil the rays, Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Forever be withdrawn? Why dost thou tarry, day of days? When shall thy gladness dawn? |