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HYMN 822, C. M.

Heaven in Prospect.

ND let this feeble body fail,
And let it droop and die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high.

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Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

3 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who reap the pleasures there;
They all are robed in purest white,
And conquering palms they bear.

4 Oh! what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet!

5 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;

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In that eternal day.

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HYMN 823, 8s and 7s.

Heaven discerned.

Y days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
Let every lamp be burning.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest naught can molest
Where golden harps are ringing.

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each chord on earth to sever;

Our king says come, and there's our home,
Forever, oh! forever!

CHORUS.

For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over,
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover.

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HYMN 824, 6s and 4s.

Heaven is my Home.

'M but a stranger here,
Heaven is my home;

Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my Father-land,
Heaven is my home.

2 What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home;
And time's wild, wintry blast
Soon will be overpast,
I shall reach home at last,
Heaven is my home.

3 Therefore I murmur not,
Heaven is my home;
Whate'er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord's right hand:
Heaven is my Father-land,

Heaven is my home.

HYMN 825, S. M.

Forever with the Lord.

1 "FOREVER 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,

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At times, to faith's far-seeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!

4 "Forever with the Lord!”

Father, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfill.

5 So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain,

By death I shall escape
And life eternal gain.

6 That resurrection word!
That shout of victory!

from death,

Once more "Forever with the Lord!"
Amen! so let it be!

HYMN 826, 8s and 7s.

Longings for Heaven.

1 TIME, thou speedest on but slowly,
Hours, how tardy is your pace!

Ere with Him the high and holy
I hold converse face to face.

2 Here is nought but care and mourning;
Comes a joy, it will not stay;
Fairly shines the sun at dawning,
Night will soon o'ercloud the day.

3 Onward then! not long I wander
Ere my Saviour comes for me,
And with him abiding yonder,
All his glory I shall see.

4 Oh! the music and the singing
Of the host redeemed by love!
Oh! the hallelujahs ringing
Through the halls of light above.

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PSALMS.

PSALM XXIII. C. M.

THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green: he leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

2 My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for his own name's sake.

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;

For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

4 My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;

My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

5 Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;

And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.

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PSALM XLIII. C. M.

I send thy light forth, and thy truth,
Let them be guides to me;

And bring me to thy holy hill,
E'en where thy dwellings be.

2 Then will I to God's altar go,
To God, my chiefest joy;

Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise,
My harp I will employ.

3 Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?

And why with vexing thoughts art thou
Disquieted in me?

4 Still trust in God; for him to praise
Good cause I yet shall have;

He of my countenance is the health,
My God that doth me save.

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PSALM C. L. M.

LL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice,
Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before him and rejoice.

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make;
We are his flock; he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.
3 Oh! enter, then, his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is forever sure;

His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

PSALM CXVI. C. M.

1 I LOVE the Lord, because my voice
And prayers he did hear;

I, while I live, will call on him,
Who bowed to me his ear.

2 Of death the cords and sorrows did
About me compass round;

The pains of hell took hold on me,
I grief and trouble found.

3 Upon the name of God the Lord,
Then did I call, and say,
Deliver thou my soul, O Lord,
I do thee humbly pray.

4 God merciful and righteous is,
Yea, gracious is our Lord;

God saves the meek: I was brought low

He did me help afford.

5 I'll of salvation take the cup,

On God's name will I call;

I'll pay my vows now to the Lord,
Before his people all.

6 Within the courts of God's own house;

Within the midst of thee

O city of Jerusalem,

Praise to the Lord give ye.