Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers

As nowhere else are seen.

6.

Right through thy streets, with pleasing sound,

The living waters flow,

And on the banks, on either side,
The trees of life do grow.

7.

Those trees each month yield ripen'd fruit,
Forevermore they spring,

And all the nations of the earth
To thee their honors bring.

WIT

HYMN 118. C. P. M.

ITH joy shall I behold the day
That calls my willing soul away,
To dwell among the blest:

For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And points me to his rest

2.

E'en now, to my expecting eyes,
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise;

Their glory I survey;

I view her mansions that contain
The angel host, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day.

3.

Thither, from earth's remotest end,
All the redeem'd of God ascend,
Borne on immortal wing;

There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ,
Before th' Almighty King.

4.

Mother of cities! o'er thy head Bright peace, with healing wings outspread,

For evermore shall dwell:

Let me, blest seat! my name behold
Among thy citizens enroll'd,

And bid the world farewell.

JERU

HYMN 119. C. M.

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

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.

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

Blest seats! through rude and stormy

scenes,

I onward press to you.

4.

Why should I shrink from pain and woe,
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.

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

FOR

HYMN 120. S. M.

ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be!

Life from the dead is in that word; 'Tis immortality.

2.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3.

My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith's far-seeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!

TRUST IN GOD.

HYMN 121. S. M.

FAR from my heavenly home,

Far from my father's breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest.

2.

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee.

3.

To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode?

God of my life be near:

On thee my hopes I cast:

O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last.

N°

HYMN

HYMN 122. L. M.

change of time shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been my rock, A fortress and defense to me.

2.

Thou my deliverer art, my God;
My trust is in thy mighty power:
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.

3.

To thee I will address my prayer,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
So shall I, by thy watchful care,
Be guarded safe from every foe.

HYMN 123. L. M.

THY presence, Lord, hath me supplied, Thou my right hand support dost give;

Thou first shalt with thy counsel guide, And then to glory me receive.

2.

Whom then in heaven, but thee alone, Have I, whose favor I require?

Throughout the spacious earth there's

none,

Compared with thee, that I desire.