HEN He cometh, when He WH To make up His jewels, All His jewels, precious jewels, Bright gems for His crown. 3 Little children, little children, W. O. CUSHING. 1874. P.M. The harps of the blessed-their 143 1 H, P.M. I will give the water of life freely.-Rev. xxi. 6. have you not heard of a And ripple o'er golden sand. Are flowing for thee: Oh, seek that beautiful stream! 2 With murmuring sound doth it Through fields of eternal green, 142 Through the gates into the city. 3 Its fountains are deep and its waters 1 Řev. xxii. 14. EYOND the dark river a land I BE behold, A country all fair, and a city of gold; The home of my Father-the land are pure, And sweet to the weary soul; It flows from the throne Of.Jehovah alone; [roll! Oh, come where its bright waves 4 This beautiful stream is the river 2 How soft is the air, and how pure 5 is the light! [by night! How clear is the sky, never darkened nor grow pale; [fail. The waters of life ever flow-never of life, It flows for all nations free; A balm for each wound In its waters is found; Oh, sinner, it flows for thee! Oh, will you not drink of the beau- And dwell on its peaceful shore? All ye weary ones, home, 10s. His soft hand so gently shall wipe 144 He hath prepared for them a No sorrow, no sighing, no sickness [shall share. is there, And angels immortal the rapture 4 The crowns in those mansions shall always be bright: The robes of the ransomed shall ever be white: Soon will our pilgrimage end here 2 below, Soon to the presence of God we Then, if to Jesus our hearts have 2 Teachers and kindred have passed Waiting, they watch us approaching the shore, Singing to cheer us while passing along, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home. Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear; Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear, Filling with harmony heaven's high dome : Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come. 3 Death with his arrow may soon lay us low, [blow: Safe in our Saviour we fear not the Joyfully, joyfully, will we go home. Death will be conquered, his sceptre Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. E. H. HUNTER. 1870. O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling, Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Cho.-Angels of Jesus, angels of light, [the night! Singing to welcome the pilgrims of Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, [home. The music of the Gospel leads us 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, [and sea, The voice of Jesus sounds o'erland And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, [steps to Thee. Kind Shepherd, turn their weary 4 Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary, 5 The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping 146 2 And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. F. W. FABER. 1862. HALL we gather at the river, We fight angel fort have With its crystal tide for ever [trod, Gather with the saints at the On the margin of the river, 1 John xiv. 2. 2 O Paradise! O Paradise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? 3 0 Paradise! O Paradise! 'Tis weary waiting here; The special place my dearest Lord Oby the side of the river of light, 5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, By Where the saints, all immortal and [white. fair, Are robed in their garments of Cho.-Over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there. 2 Oh, think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod[the air, Of the songs that they breathe on In their home in the palace of God. 3 My Saviour is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; [care, Then away from my sorrow and Let me fly to the land of the blest. 4 I shall soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see; Many dear to my heart over there Are watching and waiting for me. D. W. C. HUNTINGDON. In God's most holy sight. Oh, keep me in Thy love, And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above. F. W. FABER. 1862. 2 Rev. xxi. 4. HE roseate hues of early dawn, TH The brightness of the day, The crimson of the sunset sky, How fast they fade away! Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven! Oh, for the golden floor! Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness That setteth nevermore! The highest hopes we cherish here, 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, And grace to lead us higher; Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord, C. F. ALEXANDER. 1853. 7.6. 150 Israel then shall dwell in safety. 1 Deut. xxxiii. 28. AFE in the arms of Jesus, Safe on His gentle breast, 2 Safe in the arms of Jesus, Free from the blight of sorrow, 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, Are clad in robes of white. 4 O sweet and blessed country, To that dear land of rest! BERNARD OF CLUNY. 1140. C.M. Free from my doubts and fears; 152Let me see the land beyond Jordan. 1 Deut. iii. 25. HERE is a land of pure delight, 2 There everlasting spring abides, 4 But timorous mortals start and 5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb where Moses 1 ATHER of heaven, bless 2 From Greenland's frozen land To Afric's burning strand, Make Jesus known! Till on Him all shall call, Till He be loved by all, 3 O'er every hill and plain Till gods of wood and stone 4 Then spread the Gospel's light |