I look at heaven and long to enter in ;

2 "A little while" for patient vigil keeping To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong;

"A little while" to sow the seed with weeping, [harvest song.

Then bind the sheaves, and sing the 3 "A little while" mid shadow and illusion, To strive by faith love's mysteries to spell;

Then read each dark enigma's clear solution, [things well." And hail light's verdict, "He doth all

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of His throne appear? [me near.

Yet there are hands stretched out to draw

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly Evil is ever with me day by day; [way, Yet on mine cars the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, believe, thou shalt be loosed from all."

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near;

And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the Throne.

taking [tains fed; To wayside brooks, from far-off founThen the parched lip, its thirst for ever

slaking,

Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head.

5 "A little while" to keep the oil from failing, [to trim, "A little while "faith's flickering lamp And then the Bridegroom's cordial welcome hailing,

[hymn.

And bow before Him with the bridal JANE CREWDSON. 1863.

5 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, [child, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's And day by day, whereby my soul may

2

His strength for us avails.

live,

Thine all the merit, mine the great Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown, [down.

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid

8 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,

Yet let my full heart what it can bestow; Like Mary's gift, let my devotion prove, Greatly forgiven, how I greatly love.

11.10.

S. J. STONE. 1805.

1180 The Lord will bless His people

10 river,

with peace.-Ps. 29. 11.

H! for the peace which floweth as a [smile! Making life's desert places bloom and Oh! for the faith to grasp heaven's light for ever, [while." Amid the shadows of earth's "little

4

The grave its trust restore.

When He who is our life

In glory shall appear,

We too shall be revealed with Him, And His bright raiment wear.

1

12. 11.

NoWorking hard, and waiting long;
[OW, the sowing and the weeping,
Afterward, the golden reaping,
Harvest-home and grateful song.

2 Now the pruning, sharp, unsparing:
Scattered blossom, bleeding shoot;
Afterward, the plenteous bearing
Of the Master's pleasant fruit.

3 Now, the long and toilsome duty,
Stone by stone to carve and bring;
Afterward, the perfect beauty
Of the palace of the King.

4 Now, the spirit conflict-riven,
Wounded heart, unequal strife;
Afterward, the triumph given,

And the victor's crown of life.

UR rest is in heaven, our rest is not [are near? Then why should we murmur when trials Be hushed our complainings, the worst [home.

that can come

But shortens our journey, and hastens us

2 It is not for us to be seeking our bliss, And building our hopes, in a region like this; [piled,

We look for a city which hands have not We pant for a country by sin undefiled.

3 The thorn and the thistle around us may grow,

We would not lie down upon roses below; We ask not our portion, we seek not our rest, [the blest.

Till we find them at last in the land of

4 Let doubts, then, and dangers our progress oppose,

[close; They only make heaven more sweet at its The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, [it with song. And we'll smooth it with hope, and cheer. H. F. LYTE. 1834.

1185

1

6s.

Now is our salvation nearer
than when we believed.-Rom.
13. 11.

Nomes to me o'er and o'er;
NE sweetly solemn thought

I'm nearer home to-day
Than e'er I was before:

2 Nearer my Father's house,
Where many mansions be,
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound of time,
Where burdens are laid down;
Where pilgrims leave the cross,
And victors gain the crown.
4 E'en now perchance my feet
Are slipping on the brink,
I may be near my home-
Nearer than now I think.
5 Jesus, to Thee I cling:
Strengthen my arm of faith:
That I may calmly cross
The unknown stream of death.
6 I may not now be far
From the dark river's brink;
I may be near my home,
Nearer than now I think.

PHOEBE CAREY. 1854.

2

Followed by their works, they go
Where their Head hath gone before :
Reconciled by grace below

Grace hath opened mercy's door;
Justified through faith alone
Here they knew their sins forgiven,
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallowed, and made meet for heaven.

3 Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not,
Call us hopeless and unblest;
When from flesh the spirit freed
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, "A man is dead!"
Angels sing, "A child is born!

4 Jesus smiles, and says, "Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou;
Enter, and receive thy crown,
Reign with Me triumphant now."
Thou the victory hast won,
Saved them by Thy grace alone,
Caught them up Thy face to see,
Thanks be all ascribed to Thee!

S.M.

C. WESLEY. 1759.

1187 As is the heavenly, such are

1

2

3

4

5

they also that are heavenly. -1 Cor. 15. 48.

IT is not death to die,

To leave this weary road,

And midst the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.

It is not death to close

The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake in glorious repose
To spend eternal years.

It is not death to bear

The wrench that sets us free,

From dungeon-chains to breathe the air Of boundless liberty.

It is not death to fling

Aside this sinful dust,

And rise on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.

Jesus, Thou Prince of life,

Thy chosen cannot die;

Like Thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with Thee on high.

1855.

He that overcometh.-Rev. 3. 5.
CAFE home, safe home in port!
Strained cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck;

But, O! the joy upon the shore,
To tell our voyage-perils o'er :

The prize, the prize secure!
The wrestler nearly fell;
Bare all he could endure,
And bare not always well.

But he may smile at troubles gone
Who sets the victor-garland on.

The lion once had hold,

And thought to make an end,

But One came by with wounded side, And for the sheep the Shepherd died.

The exile is at home;

O nights and days of bears!
O longings not to roam!

O sins and doubts and fears! What matters now, O joyful day, The King has wiped all tears away!

1189 And white robes were given

1

unto them.-Rev. 16. 11.

WHO are these arrayed in white,

Brighter than the noonday sun?
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?

These are they that bore the Cross,
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the dying God.

2 Out of great distress they came,
Washed their robes by faith below
In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that washes white as snow:
Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night;
God resides among His own,
God doth in His saints delight.
3 More than conquerors at last,
Here they find their trials o'er;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more;
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

4 He that on the throne doth reign,,
Them the Lamb shall always feed,
With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.

C. WESLEY, 1745.

4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture as 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:
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire.
6 Dear Saviour! let Thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place,
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold Thy lovely face.
ANNE STEELE. 1760.

7.6.

1191 What is your life? it is even a

1

vapour.-Jas. 4. 14.

Bow, short-lived care;

RIEF life is here our portion,

The life that knows no ending,

The tearless life, is there.

O happy retribution!

Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!
2 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown.
And He, whom now we trust in,
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

3 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
There God, our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever,
And worship face to face.

4 O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art with God the Father
And Spirit ever blest.

BERNARD OF MORLAIX.
TR. BY J. M. NEALE.

7.6.

1140. 1851.

1192 Having the glory of God.

Rev. 21. 11.

NOR thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;

For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep: The mention of Thy glory

Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest,

2 O one, O only mansion!

O paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;

The Cross is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise,
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.
3 Jerusalem the glorious!
Glory of the elect!

O dear and future vision

That eager hearts expect!
Even now by faith I see thee,
Even here thy walls discern;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn.
4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages
They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
5 O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I e'er see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I e'er win thy grace?
Exult, O dust and ashes,
The Lord shall be thy part:
His only, His for ever

Thou shalt be, and thou art!

BERNARD OF MORLAIX. 1140.
TR. BY J. M. NEALE. 1851.

7.6.

1193 The glory of God did lighten it,

1

JER

and the Lamb is the light
thereof.-Rev. 21. 23.

ERUSALEM the golden!
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, O I know not,
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,

What fight beyond compare!
2 They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song;
And bright with many an angel
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 There is the throne of David,
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast:
And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

4 O fields that know no sorrow!

O state that fears no strife!

O princely bowers! O land of flowers!
O realm and home of life!

Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest; Who art with God the Father And Spirit ever blest.

8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6.

1194 with me in Paradise.-Luke

1

23. 43.

PARADISE! O Paradise!

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest?
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

2 0 Paradise! O Paradise!

The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?

Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

3 O Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here,
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

4 O Paradise! O Paradise!
I want to sin no more;
I want to be as pure on earth
As on Thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;

All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,

O keep me in Thy love,
And guide me to that happy land,
Of perfect rest above;

Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light;
All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight.

F. W. FABER. 1862.

P.M.

1195 An innumerable company of

1

HA

angels.-Heb. 12. 22.

ARK, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling [beat shore: O'er earth's green fields and ocean's waveHow sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling [more!

Of that new life when sin shall be no Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, [come; "Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,

The music of the Gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

1196 8.6.8.6.8.8.

1862.

Then face to face.-1 Cor. 13. 12. 1 "Trill all our spirits glow; TIS sweet, O God, to sing Thy praise

And we can almost seem to raise

The notes of heaven below;
Hearts all on fire, and feelings strong,
And souls all melting in our song.

2 But O! if songs like these are sweet,
Far sweeter those must be
Where all Thy ransomed ones shall meet
From sin and sorrow free;

Where nought of discord can intrude
To mar that mighty multitude.

3 How vast that heavenly temple is!
How ravishing the song!
Oh! how unspeakable the bliss
Of that exulting throng!
Swelling for evermore the strain
Of praise to Him who once was slain.
4 Ours, Saviour, may these raptures be
When earthly joys are past;
And having lived on earth to Thee,
May we exchange at last [prayer,
This house-these hours of praise and
For holier, happier worship there.

T. RAWSON TAYLOR. 1836.