1 AND am I born to die,
To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe

S.M.

Must then my portion be.
3 I must from God be driven,
Or with the Saviour dwell;
Must come, at His command, to heaven,
Or else depart to hell.

L.M.

322 Death of the Righteous. 1 SEE! while the saint expiring lies, Upward he lifts his longing eyes; In praise he spends his latest breath, Triumphs in pain, and sings in death. 20 who can tell what secret power Supports him in the gloomy hour? What unseen hand is with him there, Or whence proceeds that cheerful air? 3 A smile upon his lips appears; His face a heavenly aspect wears; Each grief removed, each sin forgiven, On earth he sees the dawn of heaven. 4 Sinners behold, and wondering cry, 'Thus, like the righteous, let me die!' But such an end they'll never find, Who leave not such a life behind.

HEAVEN.

L.M.

323 No Night in Heaven. 1 HAPPY the children who are gone To live with Jesus Christ in peace; Who stand around His glorious throne, Redeemed by blood and saved by grace! 2 The Saviour, whom they loved below, Hath kindly wiped their tears away; No sin, no sorrow there they know, But dwell in one eternal day.

3 There to their golden harps they sing, While tens of thousands join their songs; Hosanna to th' eternal King,

To whom immortal praise belongs.

4 Lord, grant Thy grace, and then shall we Be brought with them in bliss to join, Thy lovely countenance to see,

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The Fairest Land.

1 There is a land more fair
Than this we now behold;
'Tis everlasting summer there;
Its glories can't be told.
2 A clime far more serene
Is that beyond the skies,-
Unchanging fields, unfading green,
Viewed with immortal eyes.
3 There, there are streets of gold,
Unmingled with alloy;

Who can its pleasures half unfold?
Or who describe its joy?

S.M.

4 From pain and sorrow free
Are all who dwell therein;
Bright city! thither would I flee,
Far from the reach of sin.
5 There shall the chosen race
Spend an unending day;

The Sun of Righteousness shall chase
All gloominess away.

6 When earth's dim scenes are o'er,
And desert life shall cease,

O may we reach that happy shore,
And conflict change for peace!

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Heaven.

L. M.

1 Ir hath not fully yet appeared
What blessedness to saints is given;
No eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor heart conceived, the joys of heaven.
2 In heaven itself, and there alone,
The joys of heaven are understood;
Where saints shall know as they are known,
And shall behold the face of God.
3 A sight of Him His people fills
With transports never known before;
They feel no wants, they fear no ills,
And sin and sorrow are no more.

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The Griefless Clime.

1 THERE is a glorious world above,
Where sorrow is unknown;

A city bright, a land of love,
Formed for the saints alone.

C. M.

2 There gates of pearl, and streets of gold, Will meet their wondering sight; And music sweet, and bliss untold, Will fill them with delight.

3 There happy spirits sigh no more;
All tears are wiped away;

The Saviour's name they now adore
Through one eternal day.

4 There pilgrims meet from every land,
Their toils and troubles o'er;
And friends, in one delightful band,
Are joined to part no more.

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Children in Heaven.

1 YES; there are little ones in heaven,
Who once were here below;

Their bodies died, but Christ has given
Their souls release from woe.

2 And now they see His lovely face
Who washed them from their sin;
They sing His free unbounded grace,
Which took young children in.

3 They needed cleansing in His blood-
The Lamb on Calvary slain;

Nor young nor old can go to God
Unless they're born again.

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Heaven.

Tune: There is a happy land.'
1 THERE is a peaceful clime,
A land of love;

Beyond the griefs of time,
In heaven above:

C.M.

P.M.

There shine Immanuel's rays
Unto everlasting days;
There seraphs shout His praise,
And feel His love.
2 And in that blissful place,
At His right hand,

Saints see their Saviour's face,
A ransomed band:

He found them here below,
Made them feel their sin and woe;
Now His sweet love they know
In that fair land.

3 Now free from sin above,

They sing His grace;

"Twas all of His own love

They sought His face :

O with what joy they tell
Jesus saved their souls from hell,
That they with Him might dwell
In that bright place!

4 Lord, to my soul reveal

Thy love divine!

I would for ever dwell

In heaven with Thine!

Ne'er let this throbbing heart
Hear that solemn word-Depart!
The joy of heaven Thou art-
Jesus, be mine!

Heaven Holy.

HEAVEN is a holy, happy place,
Where saints and angels dwell;

C. M.

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