fair and hap-py land, To Canaan's fair and hap-py land, Where my pos-ses 968 ON Jordan's rugged banks I stand, To Canaan's fair and happy land, 20 the transporting, rapturous scene Sweet fields arrayed in living green, 3 All o'er those wide-extended plains There God, the Son, for ever reigns, 4 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, 5 When shall I reach that happy place, When shall I see my Father's face, 969 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 2 There is a home for weary souls 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: William Bingham Tappan 1818 Love Thee with unsinning heart, 3 When the praise of heaven I hear, Robert Murray McCheyne 1839 THE HOLY CITY C. M. D. There is J. Barnby a City great and strong, Twelve gates of precious stones, With turrets and high hath no sound of strife; In glory all its own it stands Be-side the stream of Life. 971 THERE is a City great and strong, Twelve gates of precious stones, With turrets and high battlements, Not needing light of suns; The streets aglow with fire of gold, It hath no sound of strife; In glory all its own it stands Beside the stream of Life. 2 A joy is there that knows no cloy, A light that ne'er grows dim, A multitude that never cease From grateful praise and hymn; Lo, all the sainted sons of earth, And angels there I view; And there, O vision glorious! There standeth Jesus too! VARINA C. M. D. 3 Jesus, I know 'tis He; I see The thorn-crown meekly wore! May I Thy face behold, Denis Wortman, 1880 G. F. Root EWING 7s, 6s. D. A. Ewing Jeru-sa-lem the gold-en! With milk and hon-ey blest; Beneath thy con-tem-pla-tion Sink heart and voice oppress'd. I know not, 0 I know not What joys a-wait us there! What ra-diancy of glo- ry! What bliss beyond compare! 974 JERUSALEM the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, O I know not What joys await us there! What radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare! 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, The pastures of the blesséd Are decked in glorious sheen. JERUSALEM C. M. 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white. O sweet and blesséd country, To that dear land of rest! Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Morlaix, ab. 1150 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1851 C. F. Roper 975 O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? 2 O happy harbor of God's saints! 3 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Francis Baker 1616 Alt. by David Dickson 1649 |