HYMN 14.

The Heavenly Jerusalem.

JERUSALEM, my happy home,
O, how I ́long fo thee !
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;

Thy gates are richly set with pearl;
Thy streets are paved with gold.

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant green
My study long have been:
Such sparkling light, by human sight
Has never yet been seen.

4 If heav'n be thus, glorious Lord,
Why should I stay from thence ?
What folly is that I should dread
To die and go from hence!

5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of And cause me to ascend

[grace,]

Where congregation ne'er breaks up,

And sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my love, to glory's gone,
Him will I go and see,

And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.

My friends, I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care;
And if I never more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there,

8 There we shall meet, no more to part,
And heav'n shall ring with praise :
While Jesus's love in ev'ry heart
Shall tune the song, free grace.

9 Millions of years around me run,
Our song shall still go on;
To praise the Father and the Son,
And Spirit three in one.

10When we've been there a thousand years Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to sing. God's praise
Than when we first begun.

HYMN 15.

The Heavenly Lover.

HE dies, the heavn'ly lover dies,
The tidings strike a doleful sound!
On my poor heart-string deep he lies,
In the cold caverns of the ground.

2 Come, saints and drop a tear or two
On the dear bosom of your God:
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for man!
But lo! what sudden joys I see,
Jesus the dead revives again.

The rising Cod forsakes his tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home.
And shout him welcome to the skiet.

Then children's children,praise your God; Tho' now in sorrow much bow'd down, You soon shall walk the golden streets Where you shall wear a starry crown.

We'll praise King Jesus through the skies, Sing glory, glory, 1ound the throne ; We'll mount aloft on eagle's wingsWe'll take our flight unto our home.

7 I'm glad I ever saw the day

I came to preach, and sing, and pray; There's glory, glory, in my soul,

This makes me praise my God so bold.

I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly;
Sing glory, glory, thro' the air,
Meet all my father's children there.

There on Mount Zion I shall stand,
Crown on my head, and harp in hand
There spend a long eternity
In praising on the heav'nly key.

HYMN 16.

The freeness of the Gospel.

How free and boundless is the grace
Of our redeeming GOD,
Extending to the Greek and Jew,
And men of every blood!

3. The mightiest king and meanest slave May his rich mercy taste;

He bids the beggar and the prince,
Unto the gospel feast.

3. None are excluded thence, but those
Who do themselves exclude ;
Welc me the learned and polite,
The ignorant and rude,

Come then, ye men of every name,
Of every rank and tongue;
What you are willing to receive
Doth unto you belong.

HYMN 17.

Going to a new Habitation.

GREAT GOD, where'er we pitch our tent,
Let us an altar raise;

And there, with humble frame, present
Our sacrifice of praise.

2. To thee we give our health and strength,
While health and strength shall last,
For future inercies humbly trust,
Nor e'er forget the past.

HYMN 18.

Christian ander Darkness.

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, When Jesus no longer I sce;

Sweet prospect,sweet birds and sweet flow'd Have lost all their sweetness to me.

The mid-summer sun shines but dim,
The Gelds strive in vain to look

But when I am happy in him,
December is pleasant as May.

3 His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice:
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice.

4 I should view him always thus nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear
No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

5 Content with beholding his face, May all to his pleasure resign; No changes of seasons or place

Would make any change in my mind.

While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace of joy would appear,
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

7 Lord, if I indeed now am thine,
And thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine,
And why is my winter so long?

O drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore,
Or take me unto thee on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

HYMN 19.

The peace of a young Christian's life and death

BLEST door of bliss, to weary saints,
Thou art grim death, become;