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 peace and love for ever reign.
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,
This weary 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,
We 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.
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.
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.
1 THOU, LORD, on whom I still depend,
Shalt keep me faithful to the end:
I trust Thy truth, and love, and pow'r,
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 defies,
And reigns eternal in the skies.
3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
What CHRIST hath for His saints prepar'd;
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 Heaven.
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.
1 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.
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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