1. For all the saints, who from their labors rest,

Who Thee by faith before the world con fessed, 2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;

“And I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of Heaven, prepared as a Bride adorned for her
Husband."
Tr. The Rev. J. M. NEALE, D.D. 1851.
Ancient Melody, 7th or 8th century.

1. Blessed city, Heav'nly Salem, Vi-sion dear of peace and love, Who, of living stones upbuilded, Art

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the joy of Heav'n above, And, with angel cohorts circled, As a bride.... to earth doth move! A-men.

2 From celestial realms descending,
Bridal glory round her shed,

Meet for Him Whose love espoused her,
To her Lord shall she be led ;

All her streets, and all her bulwarks,
Of pure gold are fashionéd.

3 Bright with pearls her portal glitters, It is open evermore ;

And by virtue of His merits

Thither faithful souls may soar,

Who for Christ's dear Name, in this world,
Pain and tribulation bore.

4 Many a blow and biting sculpture
Polished well those stones elect,
In their places now compacted
By the Heavenly Architect,
Who therewith hath willed forever
That His Palace should be decked.

Amen.

"The Throne of God and of the Lamb shall be therein; and His servants shall do Him service." The Rev. Sir H. W. BAKER, Bart. 1861. Abr.

B. TOURS.. 1872.

The Rev. F. W. FABER, D.D. 1862. Abr.

"There the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”

H. SMART.

1. O Para - dise! O Par - a-dise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the hap-py land, 2. O Par adise! O Par - a-dise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free

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Where they that loved are blest; Where loy - al hearts and true Stand ever
Where love is never cold? Where loyal hearts, etc.

rapture through and through In God's most holy sight? A-men.

3 0 Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
Where loyal hearts, etc.

4 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I feel 'twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear
Faint fragments of thy song;
Where loyal hearts, etc. Amen