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2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
The Society of Heaven.
1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold ?
Ånd streets of shining gold?
Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Oř feel at death dismay?
And realms of endless day. .
Around my Saviour stand;
Will join the glorious band.
My soul still pants for thee;
When I thy joys shall see.
ADDISON. Hope in the Divine Mercy. 1 When, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought, 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
O how shall I appear! 4 But there 's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign;
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul,
And all my fears control!
6 And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more.
The last Harvest.
1 The angel comes; he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord !
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide
The fire of vengeance, bound?
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill ?
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
O gather us to thee!
L. M. 677. SIR W. Scott.
The Last Day.
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
The flaming heavens together roll,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead, 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
7 & 6s. M. 678. ANONYMOUS
Children in Heaven.
1 In the broad fields of heaven,
In the immortal bowers,
Amid undying flowers,
Fair children of the earth,
Sing of their human birth.
Divinest voices rise
Who called them to the skies :
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
Their bright and holy rest.
The Better Land.
1 THERE is a land mine
hath seen In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught;
2 A land upon whose blissful shore
There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again.
3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
To dissipate the gloom of night.
Across that calm, serene abode;