4 Harps of solemn sound above,

Swell loud praises to His love;
Oh ! how sweet their sound will be,-
Is there one prepared for me?



So shall we ever be with the Lord.

1 Thess. xiv. 17. 1

OR ever with the Lord !

Amen, so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word :
"Tis Immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam ;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day's march nearer home. 2 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,

Thy golden gates appear ! 3 My thirsty spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints-

Jerusalem above.
For ever with the Lord !
Father, if'tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word,

E'en here to me fulfil.
Be Thou at my right hand,

Then can I never fail ;
Uphold Thou me, so I shall stand,

t, and I must prevail. 6 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain.
7 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word ! And oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord !



It doth not yet appear what we

shall be.-1 John iii. 2. 1 THERE is a heaven of perfect peace,

is ; But what that tearless region is

It doth not yet appear. 2 And there are angels strong and fair,

Who know not sin nor fear; But what the robes of white they wear

It doth not yet appear.
3 And there are ransomed spirits, too,

Who once were pilgrims here;
But how the Saviour's face they view

It doth not yet appear. 4 And there

sweet commingling thoughts, And blest communion there; But how they blend their heavenly notes

It doth not yet appear. 5 And there is worship in the sky,

And songs of loftiest cheer; But how they swep their harps on high

It doth not yet appear.
6 Then, O my soul, with patience wait;

The happy hour is near
When thou shalt pass the pearly gate,
Where it will all appear.



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I go to prepare a place for you.

John xiv. 2.
ANSIONS are prepared above,

By the gracious God of love;
Many will those mansions see,-

Is there one prepared for me?
2 Crowns that dazzle human eye,

Wait for those who reach the sky,
Many will those bright crowns be,-

Is there one prepared for me?
3 Robes of spotless white are given,

By the glorious King of heaven ;
All can have them, they are free,
Is there one prepared for me?

2 There is no grief in heaven;

For life is one glad day; And tears are of those former things

Which all have passed away. 3 There is no sin in heaven;

Behold that blessed throngAll holy is their spotless robe,

All holy is their song ! 4 There is no death in heaven;

Forey who gain that shoró Have won their immortality,

And they can die no more.

5 Lord Jesus, be our Guide;

Oh, lead us safely on,
Till night and grief and sin and death
Are past, and heaven is won!

F. M. KNOLLIS. 1860.




A better country, that is a heavenly.

Heb. xi. 16.
THERE'S a beautiful land where the

rains never beat, And the keen east winds never blow : And they feel not the glow of the summer

Nor the chill of the winter snow. [heat, Cho.--"Tis heaven, sweet heayen, that

beautiful land; There's nothing on earth

Of true beauty or worth [land. To compare with the beautiful

8s. The things which are not seen.

2 Cor. iv. 18. 1 WE of ,

That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confessed

But what must it be to be there?
2 We speak of its pathway of gold,

Its walls decked with jewels so rare;
Its wonders and pleasures untold,

But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its service of love,

The robes which the glorified wear,
The Church of the Firstborn above-

But what must it be to be there?
4 We speak of its freedom from sin;

From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within

But what must it be to be there? 5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe,

For heaven our spirits prepare;
Then soon shall we joyfully know
And feel what it is to be there.


2 There is many a child in that beautiful

land; We have brothers and sisters there ; And they dwell with the angels a happy

Their glory and joy to share. [band,

3 There was never a tear in that beautiful

land; There was never a mourner seen; The people in pure white raiment stand

In the fields that are always green.

4 And Jesus lives in that beautiful land.

And He says to the children, Come: And sometimes He takes them from our

To dwell in that beautiful home.


5 And if Jesus shall help me by His grace,

There I, too, in light shall stand, And join in the songs of glorious praise, In the fields of the beautiful land.



There shall be no night there.

Rev. xxii. 5. 10

HAPPY land! O happy land !

Where saints and angels dwell, We long to join that glorious band,

And all their anthems swell.
But every voice in yonder throng

On earth has breathed a prayer;
No lips untaught may join that song,

Or learn the music there.
2 The saints in light ! the saints in light!

What joys to them are giyen ;
Their robes are pure, their crowns are

Their peaceful home is heaven.
Their robes are cleansed from every stain,

By bleeding, dying love;
On earth they served, and now they reign

As kings and priests above.
3 Thou heavenly Friend! Thou heayenly

Oh, teach us how to pray: [Friend!
Now let Thy pardoning grace descend,

And take our sins away.
Be all our fresh, our youthful days,

To Thy blest service given:
Then we shall meet to sing Thy raise,
A ransomed band in heaven.


They shall be Mine-in that day.

Mal. iii. 17.

HEN He cometh, when He cometh,

To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
Cho. Like the stars of the morning,

His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown.

2 He will gather, He will gather

The gems for His kingdom:
All the pure ones, all the bright ones,

His loved and His own.

3 Little children, little children,

Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

w. 0. CUSHING. 1874

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5 Oh, will you not drink of the beautiful

And dwell on its peaceful shore ?

The Spirit says, Come,

All ye weary ones home,
And wander in sin no more.


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2 How soft is the air, and how pure is the light!

(night! How clear is the sky, never darkened by The beams of the sun neither scorch nor

grow pale; The waters of life ever flow-never fail.

3 There Jesus, with all His redeemed shall appear,

(tear; His soft hand so gently shall wipe every No sorrow, no sighing, no sickness is there,

[share. And angels immortal the rapture shall 4 The crowns in those mansions shall always be bright:

[white: The robes of the ransomed shall ever be The harps of the blessed--their music how long!

[song. Salvation, salvation, how sweet is their

G. T. CONGREVE. 1870.

10s. He hath prepared for them a city.

Heb. xi. 16. 1

Bound to the land of bright spirits above ; Jesus our Saviour, in mercy says Come! Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home. Soon will our pilgrimage end here below, Soon to the presence of God we shall go; Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been

given. Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven. 2 Teachers and kindred have passed on before,

[shore, Waiting, they watch us approaching the Singing to cheer us, while passing along, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home. Sounds of sweet music there ravish the

[shall hear, Harps of the blessed, your strains we Filling with harmony heaven's high dome:

Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come. 3 Death with his arrow may soon lay us

low, Safe in our Saviour, we fear not the blow; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb; Joyfully, joyfully, will we go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death will be conquered, his sceptre be gone;

[roam, Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

E. H. HUNTER. 1870.




I will give the water of life freely.

Rev. xxi. 6. 1 H, have you not heard of a beautiful

That flows through our Father's land?

Its waters gleam bright

In the heavenly light,
And ripple o'er golden sand.
Cho.-Oh, seek that beautiful stream!

Its waters so free,

Are flowing for thee:

Oh, seek that beautiful stream! 2 With murmuring sound doth it wander

Through fields of eternal green,

Where songs of the blest

In their haven of rest,

Float soft on the air serene. 3 its fountains are deep, and its waters are

And sweet to the weary soul ; [pure,

It flows from the throne

Of Jehovah alone; Oh, come where its bright waves roll! 4 This beautiful stream is the river of life,

It flows for all nations free;

A balm for each wound

In its waters is found;
Oh, sinner, it flows for thee!

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The redeemed shall come with sing.

ing to Zion.- Isa. li. ll.
CARK ! hark, my soul, angelic songs

are swelling (wave-beat shore : O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's How 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


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.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there,

Who before us the journey have trodOf the songs that they breathe on the air,

In their home in the palace of God.

3 My Saviour is now over there, (rest;

There my kindred and friends are at Then away from my sorrow and care,

Let me fly to the land of the blest.

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,

[sea, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,

[to Thee. Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps 4 Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,

[be past; Theday must dawn, and darksome night Faith's journey ends in welcome to the

(come at last. And heaven, the heart's true home, will 5 Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping,

(above; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping

[less love. And life's long shadows break in cloud


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.



F, W. FABER. 1862.

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Caught up into Paradise.

2 Cor. xii. 4. o

PARADISE! O Paradise !

Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land

Where they that loved are blest?
Cho.- Where loyal hearts and truo

Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

2 O Paradise ! 0 Paradise!

The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free

Where love is never cold?

2 On the margin of the river,

Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever,

All the happy golden day. 3 Ere we reach the shining river,

Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,

And provide a robe and crown.

3 O Paradise ! O Paradise !

"Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is,

To feel, to see Him near.

4 O Paradise ! O Paradise:

I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord

In love prepares for me;

4 At the smiling of the river,

Mirror of the Saviour's face, Saints whom death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace.

5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,

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

F. W. FABER. 1862.

5 Soon we'll reach the shining river,

Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace.

R. LOWRY. 1870.

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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!

2 They stand, those halls of Zion,

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.

2 The highest hopes we cherish here,

How fast they tire and faint!
How many a spot defiles the robe

That wraps an earthly saint!
Oh, for a heart that never sins,

Oh, for a soul washed white,
Oh, for a voice to praise our King,

Nor weary day nor night! 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,

And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace,

Beyond our best desire :
Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord,

Oh, by Thy life laid down,
Oh, that we fall not from Thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown!

C. F. ALEXANDER. 1853.

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 sweet and blessed 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.




7.6. Israel then shall dwell in safety.

Deut. xxxiii. 28. 1 in

Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! 'tis the voice of angels

Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.
Cho.--Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershaded,

Sweetly my soul shall rest. 2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world's temptations,

Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,

Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,

Only a few more tears !
3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,

Jesus has died for me ;
Firm on the Rock of Ages

Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,

Wait till the night is o'er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.


Let me see the land beyond Jordan.

Deut. iii. 25.
THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers, Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand drest in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes!


7.8. The glory of God did lighten it.

Rev. xxi. 23. 1 ERUSALEM the golden,

! Beneath thy contemplation,

Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not

What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er, [flood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold Should fright us from the shore.


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