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1. O FOR a sweet, inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. 2. There, low before His glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And, with delightful worship, own [all. His smile their bliss, their heaven, their] 3. Immortal glories crown His head,

While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 4. He smiles-and seraphs tune their songs

To boundless rapture, while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound His everlasting praise.

5. There all the followers of the Lamb, Shall join at last the heavenly choir,

1. As when the weary traveler gains
The hight of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains,
He eyes his home, though distant still.
2. So when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith, his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.

3. 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell
With Jesus in the realms of day;
Then shall I bid my cares farewell,
And He will wipe my tears away.

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NEWTON.

1. THERE is a land mine eye hath seen,
In visions of enraptured thought,
So bright, that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant glories 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;

It hath no need of suns to rise
To dissipate the gloom of night.
4. There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode:
The wanderer there a home may find
Within the paradise of God.

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3. There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blessed seats! through rude and stormy

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I onward press to you.

4. Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious baud.
6. Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for Thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I Thy joys shall see.

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1. Lo! what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes!

The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2. From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

3. Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing.-
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.

4. "The God of glory down to men
Removes His blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of His grace,
And He the loving God.

5. "His own kind hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and
And death itself, shall die." [fears,

6. How long, dear Saviour, O how long

Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.

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2. O happy harbor of God's saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.

3. No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God himself gives light.

4. Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond-square,
Thy gates are all of orient pearl-
O God! if I were there!

5. O my sweet home, Jerusalem!
Thy joys when shall I see?—
The King that sitteth on thy throne
In His felicity?

6. Thy gardens and thy goodly walks
Continually are green,

Where grow such sweet and pleasant
As no where else are seen. [flowers

7. Right thro' thy streets with pleasing sound The flood of life doth flow;

And on the banks, on either side,
The trees of life do grow.

8. Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; For evermore they spring,

And all the nations of the earth

To thee their honors bring.

1. Lo! I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of heaven appears;
The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

2. I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground!

3. I hear the voice-"Ye dead, arise!"
And lo! the graves obey;
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.

4. They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air;

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore Him there.

5. O may our humble spirits stand
Among them clothed in white!
The meanest place at His right hand
Is infinite delight.

6. How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward, through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!

WATTS.