Oh hap-py home a bove, Oh happy home above, Thro' endless days we'll sing the praise Of Jesus and his love. 2. No sorrow there; from radiant eyes No tears of grief are starting; No sad farewell, no laboring sighs, When friend from friend is parting. 3. No lurking foe, no hidden snare, No pleasures false, as well as fair, 4. Then, children, now repent, believe, 152 Still Water. 11s & 10s. SPIRITUAL SONGS. 1. The Lord is my Shepherd, he makes me re- pose Where the pastures in beau-ty are grow ing, He leads me λ-- far from the world and its woes, Where in peace the still waters are flow ing. 2. He strengthens my spirit, he shows me the path 153. Shepherd of Israel. 1. On tell me, Thou life and delight of my soul, Where the flock of thy pasture are feeding; I seek thy protection, I need thy control, I would go where my Shepherd is leading. 2. Oh tell me the place where thy flock are at rest, Where the noontide will find them reposing? The tempest now rages, my soul is distressed, And the pathway of peace I am losing. 3. Oh why should I stray with the flocks of thy foes, 4. Oh when shall my foes and my wanderings cease, 5. A voice from the Shepherd now bids thee return DR. T. HASTINGS. 2. Night unto night his name repeats, 3. Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, 3 Tis he supports my mortal frame; 155. The Hope of Heaven. 1. WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2. Should earth against my soul enAnd hellish darts be hurled, [gage, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. And storms of sorrow fall; My God, my heaven, my all 4. There shall I bathe my weary soul 156. A Daily Petition. 1. FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace Let this petition rise: 2. "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 3."Let the sweet hope that I am thine STEELE 157. Jerusalem Above. 1. JERUSALEM, my happy home, 2. When shall these eyes thy heavenbuilt walls And pearly gates behold? 3. Oh when, thou city of my God. 4. There happier bowers than Eden Nor sin, nor sorrow know: [bloom, Blest seats, through rude and stormy I onward press to you. [scenes 5. Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end When I thy joys shall see. c. WESLEY. 3. To the lost he brings salvation, Freedom to the captive slave; Peace amid death's desolation, Vict'ry o'er the boasting grave. 4. Christ is born, Oh wondrous story! Lord of life, yet born to die; Sorrow's child, yet King of glory; Born to rule and reign on high. 5. Royal babe, tho' few enthrone him, Few their grateful offerings bring, All the tribes of earth shall own him Prince of peace, creation's King. |