Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. And be forever blest ? And in Ilis bosom rest? Can here no longer stay; Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. JERUSALEM, my happy home! JUDGMENT. Name ever dear to me! In joy, and peace, and Thee! 2 Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamond-square, Thy gates are all of orient pearl : O God! if I were there ! Thy joys when shall I see? In His felicity! Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flow ers As nowhere else are seen. 6 Right through Thy streets, with pleasing sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks on either side, The trees of life do grow. 6 Those trees each month vield ripened fruit; For evermore they spring, And all the nations of the earth To Thee their bonours bring. 7 Oh, mother dear; Jerusalem, When shall I come to Thee? Thy joys when shall I see? IIYMN 273. P. M. DAY AY of wrath ! that day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophet's warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning ! 2 Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendetb, On whose sentence all dependeth ! 3 Lo! the trumpet's wondrous swelling Peals through each sepulchral dwelling, All before the Throne compelling. 4 Death is struck, and nature quaking, All creation is awaking, To its Judge an answer making. Ő Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded ; Thence shall justice be awarded. 6 When the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. :7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading ? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing ? 8 King of majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity! then befriend us ! 9 Think, kind Jesus, my salration Cost Thy wondrous Incarnation ; Leave me not to reprobation! 10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace in vain be brought me ? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. All my shame with anguish owning; N a eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. That rises to my sight! And rivers of delight! Sbines one eternal day; And scatters night away. 4 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; IIYUN 275. B 13 Thou the harlot gav'st remission, Heard'st the dying thief's petition; Hopeless eise were my condition. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, 15 With Thy favoured sheep, oh, place me! Vor among the goats abase me; But to Thy right hand upraise me. 16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woc unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. 17 Bow my heart in meek submission, Strewn with asbes of contrition ; IIelp me in my last condition. 18 Day of sorrows, day of weeping, When in dust no longer sleeping, Jan awakes in Thy dread keeping ! 19 To the rest Thou did:t prepare him By Thy Cross, O Christ, upbear him; RIEF life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The tearless life is there. Short toil, eternal rest; A mansion with the blest. 2 And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown And passionless renown. The shadows pass away, Shall shine as doth the day. The home of God's elect; That eager hcarts espect ! To that dear land of rest; And Spirit, ever blest, ETERNITY. IIYUN 274. Le nors Thion King Eternal ET me not, Thou King Eternal, Enter hell's domain infernal ! Where the guilty are confounded. 2 Vc, may Zion welcome, saved ; Tranquil city, seat of David ; Christ the guard that dwells around it. 3 With what joyous gratulations Throny Thy gates the festive nations ! What the warmth of their embracing ! What the gems Thy walls enchasing ! Through that city's streets are wending, Holy throngs their anthems blending; There may 1, with inyriads glorious, Chant Thy praise in psalms victorious ! HYSIN 276. , ! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. What joys await me there; Wbat bliss beyond comparc. 2 They stan:1, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And all the martyr throng. And there, from toil released, The song of them that feast. 3 And they, who with their Leader, Ilave conquerel in the fight; Are clad in robes of white. Oh, state that fear'st no strife! Oh, realm and home of life! 4 Oh, sweet and blessed country! The home of God's elect!. Oh, 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. HYMN 277. 2 Oh one, oh only mansion ! Oh Paradise of joy! And smiles have no alloy ; Thou hast no time, bright day ! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away. The home of God's elect! That eager bearts expect ! To that dear land of rest; And Spirit, ever blest. TABLE OF FIRST LINES, SHOWING WHERE TO FED EACE HYWN BY TIE BEGINNING. ITYMN IYMX Lyte. 264 ' Jesus, let Tlıy pitying eye.. Wesley. 226 St. Bernard, 253 Zinzendorf. 252 7 Key. 242 Let me not, Thou King Eternal. Ancient. 274 Ancient. 256 275 My dear Redeemer and my Lord.... 227 2-13 Inknown. 244 My God, I love Thee, not because Xavicr. 254 My Saviour as Thou wilt..... . Schmolck. 263 Newton. 243 Now gird your patient loins again Croswell, 220 Iesley. 260 Oh, sacred head, now wounded Gerhardt. 231 O Lord, my best desire fulfil....louper. 202 O Lord, Thy sign shall be Bp. Doane. 221 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand Stennet, 272 See IIe coincs ! whom every nation..... 219 Neuton. 215 Spirit of Truth ! on this Thy day. Ileber. 235 Keble. 265 The atoning work is done.... Unknown. 232 The strain praise of joy and praise..... 259 Bakewell. 229 There is a fold whence none can stray East. 261 There is a fountain filled with blood Couper. 214 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will . Ileber. 247 Newton, 255 Loyan, 235 2761 Veuton. 224 Once more, VIL XIV l'uge I! JI! VIII the Days of Fasting and Abstinence throughout the Year 13 23 29 209 212 217 tized, and come to years of Discretion. 223 225 231 232 237 238 245 251 253 257 28 422 430 417 455 461 22. Selections from the Psalms of David, in Metre.. 3 |