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2 With him I on Sion 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 strengthen'd to see, My fulness of rapture I find,

My heaven of heavens, in thee.

DESCRIBING

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!

HYMN 71.

6-8's.

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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, But 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' biding 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:

Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the New Jerusalem.

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5 Through thee, who all our sins hast Freely and graciously forgiven,[ borne, With songs to Sion 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 renew'd;

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.

HYMN 72.

6-8's.

1 AVIOUR, on me the grace bestow, on my

Conqueror of death with thee to rise, And claim my station in the skies, Fix'd as the throne which ne'er can A pillar in thy church above. [ move, 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 possess'd, For ever in thy presence bless'd.

HEAVEN.

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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, Transform'd into 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.

5 When thou hadst all thy foes o ercome, 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.

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HYMN 73.

8's.

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WAY with our sorrow and fear, 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.

2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, raised by the life- giving word, We see the new city descend, Adorn'd 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; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear Immovably founded in grace,

She stands, as she ever hath stood And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God.

4 No need of the sun in that day, Which never is follow'd by night, Where Jesus's beauties display

A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their Light and their Sun. And, lo! by reflection they shine, With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine!

5 The saints in his presence receive Their great and eternal reward, In Jesus, in heaven they live; They reign in the smile of their Lord The flame of angelical love

Is kindled at Jesus's face; And all the enjoyment above Consists in the rapturous gaze. HYMN 74. S. M. TE know, by faith we know,

This tabernacle, sink below, In ruinous decay, We have a house above,

Not made with mortal hands, And firm, as our Redeemer's love, That heavenly fabric stands.