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A collection of hymns for the use of the people calles methodists : with a new suppl. / John Wesley
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And when I quit this cumbrous clay, And soar on angels' wings away, My soul the second death defies, And reigns eternal in the skies.

3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, What Christ hath for his saints prepared, Who conquer through their Saviour's might,

Who sink into perfection's height, And trample death beneath their feet. And gladly die their Lord to meet.

4 Dost thou desire to know and see What thy mysterious name shall be? Contending for thy heavenly home, Thy latest foe in death o'ercome; Till then, thou searchest out in vain What only conquest can explain.

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with glory and light from above,

The king in his beauty displayed, His beauty of holiest love: I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fixed his abode; O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God! 2 With him I on Zion shall stand,

( For Jesus hath spoken the word) The breadth of Immanuel's land

Survey by the light of my Lord; But when, on thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strengthened to see, My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens, in thee.

3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above! No pain the inhabitants feel,

No sickness or sorrow shall prove! Physician of souls, unto me

Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive.

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Of all that travel to the sky, Come and with us, even us, abide, Who would on thee alone rely, On thee alone our spirits stay, While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place, And hasten through the vale of woe; And, restless to behold thy face, Swift to our heavenly country move, Our everlasting home above.

3 We have no abiding city here,

But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course, we steer, Aspiring to the plains of light, Jerusalem, the saints' abode, Whose founder is the living God.

4 Patient the appointed race to run,

This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on, The new Jerusalem to find; 18

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Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the new Jerusalem.

5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return, Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King, We find it nearer while we sing.

6 Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renewed; The church of the first- born to join, We travel to the mount of God, With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.

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AVIOUR, on me the grace bestow To trample on my mortal foe; Conqueror of death with thee to rise, And claim my station in the skies, Fixed as the throne which ne'er can move, A pillar in thy church above.

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2 As beautiful as useful there, May I that weight of glory bear, With all who finally o'ercome, Supporters of the heavenly dome; Of perfect holiness possessed, For ever in thy presence blessed.

3 Write upon me the name divine, And let thy Father's nature shine, His image visibly exprest,

His glory pouring from my breast, O'er all my bright humanity, For ever like the God I see!

4 Inscribing with the city's name, The heavenly new Jerusalem, To me the victor's title give, Among thy glorious saints to live, And all their happiness to know, A citizen of heaven below.

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5 When thou hadst all thy foes o'ercomc, Returning to thy glorious home, Thou didst receive the full reward, That I might share it with my Lord; And thus thy own new name obtain, And one with thee for ever reign.

We soon shall recover our home, The city of saints shall appear,

The day of eternity come: From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode, The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God.

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2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life- giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorned as a bride for her Lord; The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air: No gloom of affliction or sin, No shadow of evil is there.

3 By faith we already behold That lovely Jerusalem here: