"Urbs Syon inclyta, Gloria.' I JERUSALEM the glorious, O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect: E'en now by faith I see thee, 7,6. D. E'en here thy walls discern; 2 New mansion of new people, Whom God's own love and light And there the band of prophets And there the twelve-fold chorus Of Israel's ransomed tribes. 3 And there the Sole-Begotten He, Lamb immaculate. O fields that know no sorrow, O princely bowers, O land of flowers, Who art with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Bernard of Cluny. c. 1145. Tr. by Rev. John Masoa Neale. 1851. 7,6. 1380 The Country beyond the Stars. Commands the beauteous files. 2 If thou canst get but thither, 1381 Henry Vaughan. (1621-1695.) 1650. The Saints marching up. 7, 6, 8, 6. I TEN thousand times ten thousand, In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: 'Tis finished, all is finished, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of Hallelujahs Fills all the earth and sky; And all its tribes were made; 3 O then what raptured greetings Nor widows desolate. Rev. Henry Alford. (1810-1871.) 1966. WOODLAND. C. M. Nathaniel D. Gould. (1781-1864.) 1832 I. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast, 'Tis found above, in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, Appears the dawn of heaven. Rev. William Bingham Tappan. (1794-1849-) 1822, 1846. ab. 1383 Sowing in Tears, Reaping in Joy. I THERE is an hour of hallowed peace 2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears 3 There is a home of sweet repose, 4 There smiling peace with love appears, And bliss without alloy; There, they, who once have sown in tears, Now reap eternal joy. 1384 2 Rev. William Bingham Tappan. 1822. ab. The beatific Vision of Christ. I FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And all created bounds. The holy triumphs of my soul And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blesséd Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years my wondering cyes The glories of Thy love. 5 Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine 6 Haste, my Belovéd, fetch my soul Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1742) 1700 liberty, And end-less rest: There milk and honey flow, And oil and 2 There dwells the Lord, our King, His kingdom still maintains, And glorious, with His saints in light, 3 Before the Saviour's face The ransomed nations bow, O'erwhelmed at His almighty grace, For ever new: He shows His prints of love: They kindle to a flame, And sound, through all the worlds above, "The slaughtered Lamb!" 4 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry. Hail, Abrah'm's God and mine! (I join the heavenly lays) All might and majesty are Thine, Rev. Thomas Olivers. (1725-1799.) 1770. ab. 1386 The God of Abraham praised. I THE God of Abrah'm praise, By earth and heaven confest: 2 The God of Abrah'm praise, At whose supreme command I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power; 3 He by Himself hath sworn, I shall on eagles' wings upborne I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, Rev. Thomas Olivers. 1770. ab. I. JOYFULLY. 10. Rev. A. D. Merrill. 1845 JOYFULLY, joy fully on . ward I move, Bound for the land of bright joyful ly 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on 1 HAPPY the spirit released from its clay; before. Happy the soul that goes bounding away; Waiting, they watch me approaching the Singing, as upward it hastes to the skies, shore; Singing to cheer me through death's chilling gloom, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blesséd, your voices I hear; Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home. 3 Death, with thy weapons of war, lay me low, Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb; Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be banished, his sceptre be gone; Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. Rev. William Hu ter. (1811-) 1843. 2 Victory, victory! homeward I rise. Many the toils it has passed through below, Many the seasons of trial and woe; Many the doubtings it never should sing, Victory, victory! thus on the wing. How can we wish them recalled from their home, Longer in sorrowing exile to roam? Safely they passed from their troubles beneath, Victory, victory! shouting in death. Thus let them slumber, till Christ from the skies. Bids them in glorified body arise: Singing, as upward they spring from the tomb, Victory, victory! Jesus hath come. BEAUTIFUL RIVER. 8, 7. 517 Rev. Robert Lowry. (1826-) 1864 I. SHALL we gath-er at the river Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide for CHORUS. ever Flowing by the throne of God? Yes, we'll gath-er at the river, The CHORUS for 1390. O the beauty of that Cit y, The beautiful, the beautiful river; Gather with the saints at the river, That flows by the throne of God. wonderful, the wonderful City, With its gates of pearl ever o-pen, That who will may en- ter in. 2 On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, 3 On the bosom of the river, Where the Saviour-King we own, We shall meet, and sorrow never 'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho. 4 Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. Cho. 5 At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Saviour's face, Cho. Rev. Robert Lowry. 1864. 1390 "The City God hath made.” I DAILY, daily sing the praises 2 In the midst of that dear City 5 OI would my cars were open O I would my eyes some vision |