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Ye happy souls, draw near;
Behold your 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 :
of jubilee is come;

The year

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.

GRACE AND SALVATION.

HYMN 286. L. M. [#]

1 Now to the

Salvation by Grace.

power of God supreme

Be everlasting honours given;

He saves from sin,- -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;

He 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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