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Ye happy souls, draw near ;


Saviour's face :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 Jesus, our great High Priest,

The Father's love displayed ;
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

HYMN 282. P. M. [#]

New Jerusalem. 1 Away with our sorrow and fear; We soon shall recover our home

; The city of saints shall appear,

The day of eternity come :
From earth we shall quickly remove,

And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,

The palace of angels and God. 2 By faith we already behold

That lovely Jerusalem here;
Her walls are of jasper and gold;

As crystal her buildings are clear ;
Immovably founded in grace,

She stands as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays,

And flames with the glory of God. 3 No need of the sun in that day,

Which never is followed by night,

Where Christ does his brightness display,

A pure and a permanent light:
The Lamb is their Light and their Sun,

And lo, by reflection, they shine,
With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine !

HYMN 283. C. M. [#]

Heavenly Zion.
1 BEHOLD, on Zion's heavenly shore,

A pure and countless band,
Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er,

In glorious order stand. 2 From earth's remotest bounds they came,

From tribulations great,
And, through the victories of the Lamb,

Have reached the heavenly state.
3 Their robes are washed in Jesus' blood

From every stain of sin;
They stand before the throne of God,

And of his mercies sing.
4 Hunger and thirst they know no more,

From burning heats refreshed ;
The Lamb shall feed them from his store,

And give them endless rest.
5 God all their tears shall wipe away,

And they his wonders tell,
While in his temple they shall stay,

And God with them shall dwell.

HYMN 284. C. M. [#] ]

New Creation.
1 When will the eyelids of that morn

Open upon our sight,
When all creation shall be born,

And day disperse the night?
2 When will the Sun of Righteousness,

With healing in his wings,
The numerous sons of Adam bless

With love's eternal springs ?
3 The promised day will surely come ;

Its brightness shall unfold
What Jesus hath for mortals done,

While we with joy behold. 4 A new creation then shall rise

By the Almighty's hand,
And, though the old creation dies,

The new shall always stand.

HYMN 285. C. M. [+]

New Jerusalem descending.
1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears

To our believing eyes !
The earth and sea shall pass away,

And yonder rolling skies. 2 From heaven above, where God resides,

That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,

Adorned with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,

Celestial armies sing ;
Mortals, behold the sacred seat

Of your descending King.
4 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears

From every weeping eye ;
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears.

And death itself, shall die.
5 How long, dear Saviour, O how long

Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,

And bring the welcome day.



HYMN 286. L. M. [#]

Salvation by Grace. 1 Now to the power of God supreme

Be everlasting honours given; He from


,we bless his name, And calls our wandering feet to heaven 2 Not for our duties or deserts,

But of his own abundant grace, He works salvation in our hearts,

And forms a people for his praise. 3 'Twas his own purpose that begun

To rescue sinners doomed to die e ;

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gave us grace in Christ his Son,

Before he spread the starry sky. 4 Jesus, the Lord, appeared at last,

And made his Father's counsels known; Declared the great transactions past,

And brought immortal blessings down. 5 He died ! and, in that dreadful night,

Did all the powers of death destroy ; Rising, he brought our heaven to light,

And took possession of the joy.

HYMN 287. L. M. [#]

Morn of Salvation.
1 AWAKE the song that gave to earth

Salvation in Immanuel's birth !
Angelic tongues the strain began,-

'Twas peace on earth, good will to man! 2 Celestial peace ! and is it ours

To strike the harp on Salem's towers ?
To welcome back the dove that brings

The balm of healing in her wings?
3 She comes! and, lo, the orphan's wail

No longer loads the passing gale ;
Contentment sheds her sacred calm,

And nature owns the sovereign charm.
4 She comes ! and banner, spear and plume,

That led to conquest and the tomb,
Wreathed with the olive, now adorn
The triumph of salvation's morn.

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