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4 We've no abiding city here :'

We seek a city out of sight;
Zion it's name the LORD is there,

It shines with everlasting light.

5 Thither our course with joy we bend,

In hopes the sacred place to gain,
Where toil, and pain, and sorrow end,

and love for ever reign.

Pilgrim's Anticipation.

1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide

Of all that travel to the sky;
Come, and with us, e'en us, abide,

Who would alone on Thee rely;
On Thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.

2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place;
But hasten through the vale of woe,

And restless to behold Thy face;
Swift to our heav'nly country move,

Our everlasting home above. 3 We have no 'biding city here,

But seek a city out of sight:
Thither our steady course we steer,

Aspiring to the plains of light;
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.

4 Patient th' appointed race to run,

world we cast behind ; From strength to strength we travel on,

The New Jerusalem to find :
Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the New Jerusalem. 5 Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne,

Freely and graciously forgiv'n,
With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heav'n:
That palace of our glorious King,

We find it nearer while we sing.
6 Rais'd by the breath of love divine,

urge our way with strength renew'd; The church of the first-born to join,

We travel to the mount of GOD;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.


Pilgrims' Anticipation.
1 YES, 'tis a rough and thorny road,

That leads us to the saints abode:
But when our FATHER's home we gain,

"Twill make amends for all our pain.
2 And though we feel our present grief,

In hope we find a sweet relief;
For hope anticipates the day

When all our griefs shall pass away. 3 And what is all we suffer now,

Or all we can endure below,
To that bright day when CHRIST shall come,
And take His weary pilgrims home?

4 Then let us walk, without complaint,

The thorny road, and never faint:
Though now by weariness opprest,
The end is everlasting rest.


Preparing for Heaven.

-1 SAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow,

To trample on my mortal foe;
Conq'ror of death, with Thee to rise,
And claim my station in the skies ;
Fixt as the throne, which ne'er can move,

A pillar in Thy church above. 2 As beautiful as useful there,

May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally o'ercome;
Supporters of the heav'nly dome;
Of perfect holiness possest,

For ever in Thy presence blest.
3 Write upon me the Name divine,

And let Thy FATHER's nature shine:
His image visibly exprest,
His glory beaming from my breast,
O'er all my bright humanity,

Transform'd into the GOD I see! 4 When Thou hadst all Thy foes o'ercome,

Returning to Thy glorious home,
Thou didst receive the full reward,
That I might share it with my LORD;
And thus Thy own new Name obtain,
And one with Thee for ever reign.


Preparing for Heaten.
1 THOU, LORD, on whom I still depend,

Shalt keep me faithful to the end:
I trust Thy truth, and love, and pow's,
Shall save me to the latest hour;
And when I lay this body down,

Reward with an immortal crown. 2 JESUS, in Thy great Name I go,

To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumb'rous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death deties,

And reigns eternal in the skies.
3 Eye hath not.seen, nor ear hath heard,

What Christ hath for His saints prepard;
Who conquer through their SAVIOUR's might;
Who sink into perfection's height,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly. die their LORD to meet.

A sight of the Saints in Hearen.
1 Give me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears : They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came:

They, with united breath, Ascribe the conquest to the LAMB,

Their triumph to His death.

4 They march'd the footsteps that He trod;

His zeal inspir'd their breast ;
And following the incarnate GOD,

Possess’d the promis'd rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For His own pattern giv'n,
While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heav'n.


The happiness of Heaven.
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wand'rers giv'n ;-
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast :

"Tis found above-in Heav'n.
2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driv'n:
No storms arise, no ocean rolls,

But all is calm-in Heav'n.
3 There-saints, who to obtain that rest

In Jesu's might have striv’n,
With life immortal now are blest,

And henceforth dwell-in Heav'n. 4 There-love lifts up the tearful eye,

The heart with anguish riv'n;
The ev'ning shadows quickly fly,

And all's serene-in Heav'n. 5 There-beauteous flow'rs unfading bloom,

And joys supreme are giv'n;
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn-of Heav'n.

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