  1119L. M. The former things are passed away. There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught; 2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted, meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise To dissipate the gloom of night. 4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God. 1120C. M. Rev. 14:1-3. On Zion’s glorious summit stood A numerous host redeemed by blood; They hymned their King in strains divine: I heard the song, and strove to join. 2 Here all who suffered sword or flame For truth, or Jesus’ lovely name, Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb, And bow before the great I AM. 3 While everlasting ages roll, Eternal love shall feast their soul, And scenes of bliss for ever new Rise in succession to their view. 4 O sweet employ, to sing and trace The amazing hights and depths of grace; And spend from sin and sorrow free, A blissful, vast eternity! 5 O what a sweet, exalted song, When every tribe and every tongue, Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear, And join in one full chorus there! 6 My soul anticipates the day— Would stretch her wings and soar away, To aid the song, the palm to bear, And praise my great Redeemer there. 1121L. M. Rev. 22:4. Lo! round the throne, a glorious band, The saints in countless myriads stand; Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood. 2 Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame; But now from all their labors rest, In God’s eternal’ glory blest. 3 They see the Saviour face to face; They sing the triumph of his grace; And day and night, with ceaseless praise, To him their loud hosannas raise. 4 O, may we tread the sacred road That holy saints and martyrs trod; Wage to the end the glorious strife, And win, like them, a crown of life. 1122L. M. Return unto thy rest, O my soul. Return, my soul, and sweetly rest, On thy almighty Father’s breast; The bounties of his grace adore, And count his wondrous mercies o’er. 2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath, And snatched my fainting soul from death; Removed my sorrows, dried my tears, And saved me from surrounding snares. 3 What shall I render to thee, Lord? Or how his wondrous grace record? To him my grateful voice I’ll raise, With just thanksgiving to his praise. 4 O Zion! in thy sacred courts, Where glory dwells, and joy resorts, To notes divine I’ll tune the song, And praise shall flow from every tongue. 1123L. M. In my Father’s house, etc. Thy Father’s house! thine own bright home, And thou hast there a place for me! Though yet an exile here I roam, That distant home by faith I see. 2 I see its domes resplendent glow, Where beams of God’s own glory fall; And trees of life immortal grow, Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall. 3 I know that thou, who on the tree Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear, Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, And waitest to receive me there! 4 Thy love will there array my soul In thine own robe of spotless hue; And I shall gaze while ages roll, On thee, with raptures ever new! 5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er; A Father’s warm embrace to meet, And dwell at home for evermore! 1124L. M. The heavenly mansion. My heavenly home is bright and fair, We’ll be gathered home; Nor death nor sighing visit there, We’ll be gathered home: CHORUS. We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, And we’ll be gathered home. 2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion shall be mine, We’ll be gathered home. 3 My Father’s house is built on high, We’ll be gathered home; Above the arched and starry sky, We’ll be gathered home. 4 When from this earthly prison free, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion mine shall be, We’ll be gathered home. 5 While here, a stranger far from home, We’ll be gathered home; Affliction’s waves may round me foam, We’ll be gathered home. 6 Let others seek a home below, We’ll be gathered home, Which flames devour or waves o’erthrow, We’ll be gathered home. 7 Be mine the happier lot to own, We’ll be gathered home; A heavenly mansion near the throne, We’ll be gathered home. 8 Then, fail this earth, let stars decline, We’ll be gathered home; And sun and moon refuse to shine, We’ll be gathered home. 9 All nature sink and cease to be, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion stands for me, We’ll be gathered home. 1125L. M. 1 Pet. 1:4. There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing— Brighter than summer’s beauties are, And softer than the tints of spring. CHORUS. I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I’m going home to die no more. 2 It is all holy and serene, The land of glory and repose; No cloud obscures the radiant scene; There not a tear of sorrow flows. 1126C. M. They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy. There is an hour of hallowed peace For those with care oppressed, When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease, And all be hushed to rest. 2 ’Tis then the soul is freed from fears And doubts which here annoy; Then they that oft had sown in tears, Shall reap again in joy. 3 There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more; The stream of endless pleasure flows, On that celestial shore. 4 There purity with love appears, And bliss without alloy; There they that oft had sown in tears Shall reap again in joy. 1127C. M. D. There’s music in the upper heaven. There’s music in the upper heaven— The choral notes that swell, Are sweeter, fuller, richer far, Than human lips can tell; When rings the gush of golden harps, And heavenly lutes are swept, To tell the quenchless love of him Who o’er a lost world wept. 2 The gliding rush of countless wings, Borne on the swelling breeze, That wafts the rustling music by, Amid embowered trees; The echo of the myriad feet, That fall on pavements fair, Of glittering dazzling gold that gleams In untold brightness there. 3 The music of the pearly gates, When back by angels flung, Admitting there a ransomed soul, Their sinless bands among; The silvery sound that’s swelling up, When flows the stream of life; The rustle of the emerald leaf, With healing virtues rife: 4 And then the tide of melody That swells and bursts, when rings The new song in that far-off world, That thrilling rapture brings: But, awed, we may not note its power, Its depths we may not sound; Unfathomed, fathomless it rolls In glorious might around. 1128C. M. Earnestly desiring. O could our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Which sorrow ne’er invades! 2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason’s feeble ray, In ever-blooming prospect rise, Unconscious of decay. 3 Lord, send a beam of light divine, To guide our upward aim! With one reviving touch of thine, Our languid hearts inflame. 4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing, Our ardent wishes rise To those bright scenes where pleasures spring, Immortal to the skies. 1129C. M. There is a land, a happy land. There is a land, a happy land Where tears are wiped away From every eye, by God’s own hand, And night is turned to day. 2 There is a home, a happy home, Where way-worn travelers rest, Where toil and languor never come, And every mourner’s blest. 3 There is a port, a peaceful port, A safe and quiet shore, Where weary mariners resort And fear the storms no more. 4 There is a crown, a dazzling crown, Bedecked with jewels fair; And priests and kings of high renown, That crown of glory wear. 5 That land be mine, that calm retreat, That crown of glory bright; Then I’ll esteem each bitter sweet, And every burden light. 11308s & 6s. The hope—laid up for you in heaven. There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast— ’Tis found above—in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven; When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear—but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, The heart with anguish riven; It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene—in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the dark and narrow tomb Appears the dawn—of heaven. 1131C. M. Rev. 15:2, 3. Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise, Around Jehovah’s throne; Songs of celestial joy they raise, To mortal lips unknown. 2 Upon the sea of glass they stand In shining robes of light; The harps of God are in their hand, They rest not day or night. 3 O! for an angel’s perfect love, A seraph’s soaring wing, To sing with thousand saints above, The triumphs of our King. 4 On earth our feeble voice we try, In weakness and in shame, We bless, we laud, we magnify, We conquer in his name. 5 But, O! with pure and sinless heart, His mercies to adore, My God, to know thee as thou art, Nor grieve thy Spirit more! 6 O! blessed hope! a “little while,” And we, amidst that throng, Shall live in our Redeemer’s smile, And swell the immortal song. 1132C. M. Far up the everlasting hills. There is a fold where none can stray, And pastures ever green, Where sultry sun, or stormy day, Or night, is never seen. 2 Far up the everlasting hills, In God’s own light it lies; His smile its vast dominion fills With joy that never dies. 3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, Divides that land from this; I have a Shepherd pledged to save, And bear me home to bliss. 4 Soon at his feet my soul shall lie, In life’s last struggling breath; But I shall only seem to die, I shall not taste of death. 5 Far from this guilty world to be Exempt from toil and strife; To spend eternity with thee— My Saviour, this is life! 1133S. M. Inheritance of the saints in light. And is there, Lord, a rest For weary souls designed, Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find? 2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, And live, and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat? 3 Are their bright, happy fields, Where nought that blooms shall die; Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields, And healthful breezes sigh? 4 Are there celestial streams, Where living waters glide, With murmurs sweet as angel dreams, And flowery banks beside? 5 For ever blessÉd they Whose joyful feet shall stand, While endless ages waste away, Amid that glorious land! 6 My soul would thither tend While toilsome years are given; Then let me, gracious Lord, ascend To sweet repose in heaven! 1134S. M. I love to think of heaven. I love to think of heaven, Where white-robed angels are, Where many a friend is gathered safe, From fear, and toil, and care. CHORUS. There will be no more parting there, There will be no more parting there, In heaven above, where all is love, There will be no more parting there. 2 I love to think of heaven, Where my Redeemer reigns, Where rapturous songs of triumph rise, In endless, joyous strains. 3 I love to think of heaven, The saints’ eternal home, Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne’er fade, And all our joys are one. 4 I love to think of heaven, The greetings there we’ll meet, The harps—the songs for ever ours— The walks—the golden streets. 5 I love to think of heaven, That promised land so fair; O how my raptured spirit longs To be for ever there. 1135S. M. Come, sing to me of heaven. Come, sing to me of heaven, When I’m about to die; Sing songs of holy ecstasy, To waft my soul on high. CHORUS. There’ll be no sorrow there, There’ll be no sorrow there, In heaven above, where all is love, There’ll be no sorrow there. 2 When the last moment comes, O, watch my dying face, To catch the bright seraphic glow, Which on each feature plays. 3 Then to my raptured ear Let one sweet song be given; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in heaven! 11366s & 4s. Hebrews 11:16. Know ye that better land, Where care’s unknown? Know ye that blessÉd band Around the throne? There, there is happiness, There streams of purest bliss; There, there are rest and peace— There, there alone. 2 Yes, yes, we know that place, We know it well; Eye hath not seen his face, Tongue can not tell; There are the angels bright, There saints enrobed in white, All, all are clothed in light— There, there they dwell. 3 O! we are weary here, A little band, Yet soon in glory there We hope to stand; Then let us haste away, Speed o’er this world’s dark way, Unto that land of day— That better land. 4 Come! hasten that sweet day, Let time begone, Come! Lord, make no delay, On thy white throne; Thy face we wish to see, To dwell and reign with thee, And, thine for ever be— Thine, thine alone. 11377s, double. Who are these—and whence came they? Who are these in bright array, This exulting, happy throng, Round the altar night and day, Hymning one triumphant song? “Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour.” 2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name. Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer’s might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead; Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away their tears. 11387s, double. They rest from their labors. High in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above; Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel’s love: Once they knew, like us below, Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Torturing pain and heavy woe, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears. 2 ’Mid the chorus of the skies, ’Mid the angelic lyres above, Hark, their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus’ love! Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find; Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind. 3 All is tranquil and serene, Calm and undisturbed repose; There no cloud can intervene, There no angry tempest blows; Every tear is wiped away, Sighs no more shall heave the breast, Night is lost in endless day, Sorrow—in eternal rest. 11397s, 6s & 4s. Good night till then. I journey forth rejoicing, From this dark vale of tears, To heavenly joy and freedom, From earthly bonds and fears; Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit;— Good night till then! 2 Go to thy quiet resting, Poor tenement of clay! From all thy pain and weakness I gladly haste away; But still in faith confiding To find thee yet again, All glorious and immortal;— Good night till then! 3 Why thus so sadly weeping, Beloved one of my heart? The Lord is good and gracious, Though now he bids us part. Oft have we met in gladness, And we shall meet again, All sorrows left behind us;— Good night till then! 4 I go to see his glory, Whom we have loved below; I go, the blessÉd angels, The holy saints, to know; Our lovely ones departed, I go to find again, And wait for you to join us;— Good night till then! 5 I hear the Saviour calling; The joyful hour has come: The angel-guards are ready To guide me to our home; Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit;— Good night till then! 11407s. Rev. 7:13-17. Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Priest, and kings, and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through his cross alone. 3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, “Take the kingdom, it is thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords!” 4 Round the altar saints confess, If their robes are white as snow, ’Twas the Saviour’s wondrous grace, And his blood, that made them so. 5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt; Sinners once, of Adam’s race; Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt; But were saved by sovereign grace. 6 They were mortal, too, like us: Ah! when we, like them, must die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign and shine on high! 11417s & 6s. He hath prepared for them a city. We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet around his throne, When he makes his people one In the new Jerusalem. 2 We can see that distant home, Though clouds rise dark between; Faith views the radiant dome, And a luster flashes keen From the new Jerusalem. 3 O glory shining far From the never-setting Sun! O trembling morning star! Our journey’s almost done To the new Jerusalem. 4 O holy! heavenly home! O, rest eternal there! When shall the exiles come, Where they cease from earthly care, In the new Jerusalem. 5 Our hearts are breaking now Those mansions fair to see: O Lord! thy heavens bow, And raise us up with thee To the new Jerusalem. 11428s & 7s. Arise and depart, etc. This is not my place of resting, Mine a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting— On to my eternal home. 2 In it, all is light and glory, O’er it shines a nightless day: Every trace of sin’s sad story, All the curse has passed away. 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along; On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more be sad or weary, Never, never sin again. 1143S. M. D. Rev. 21:25. There is no night in heaven: In that blest world above Work never can bring weariness, For work itself is love. There is no night in heaven: Yet nightly round the bed Of every Christian wanderer Faith has an angel tread. 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, There is no grief in heaven: Yet angels from on high, On golden pinions earthward glide, The Christian’s tears to dry. 3 There is no want in heaven: The Lamb of God supplies Life’s tree of twelvefold fruitage still, Life’s spring which never dries. There is no want in heaven: Yet in a desert land The fainting prophet was sustained And fed by angel’s hand. 4 There is no sin in heaven! Behold that blessÉd throng; All holy is their spotless robes, All holy is their song. There is no sin in heaven: Here who from sin is free? Yet angels aid us in our strife For Christ’s true liberty. 5 There is no death in heaven: For they who gain that shore Have won their immortality, And they can die no more. There is no death in heaven; But, when the Christian dies, The angels wait his parting soul, And waft it to the skies. 11447s & 6s. Reunion in heaven. No seas again shall sever, No desert intervene, No deep sad-flowing river Shall roll its tide between. 2 Love and unsevered union Of soul with those we love, Nearness and glad communion, Shall be our joy above. 3 No dread of wasting sickness, No thought of ache or pain, No fretting hours of weakness, Shall mar our peace again. 4 No death our homes o’ershading Shall e’er our harps unstring For all is life unfading In presence of our King, 11457s & 6s. The beautiful of lands. There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands; Beside its ancient portal A silent sentry stands; He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortals nevermore. 2 Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message, To souls that watch and wait; And at the time appointed A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord’s anointed From cross to glory’s crown. 3 Their sighs are lost in singing, They’re blessÉd in their tears; Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears: Death like an angel seemeth; “We welcome thee,” they cry; Their face with glory beameth— ’Tis life for them to die! 11466s & 4s. Heaven is my home. I’m but a stranger here; Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear; Heaven is my home. Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand, Heaven is my fatherland— Heaven is my home. 2 What though the tempests rage, Heaven is my home; Short is my pilgrimage; Heaven is my home. And Time’s wild wintry blast Soon will be overpast, I shall reach home at last; Heaven is my home. 3 There at my Saviour’s side, Heaven is my home; I shall be glorified; Heaven is my home. There with the good and blest, Those I loved most and best, I shall for ever rest: Heaven is my home. 4 Therefore I’ll murmur not; Heaven is my home; Whate’er my earthly lot, Heaven is my home. For I shall surely stand, There at my Lord’s right hand, Heaven is my fatherland— Heaven is my home. 11476s & 7s. The region above. There’s a region above, Free from sin and temptation, And a mansion of love, For each heir of salvation. Then dismiss all thy fears, Weary pilgrim of sorrow; Though thy sun set in tears, ’Twill rise brighter to-morrow. 2 There our toils will be done, And free grace be our story, God himself be our Sun, And our unsetting glory. In that world of delight Spring shall never be ended, Nor shall shadows nor night, With its brightness be blended. 3 There shall friends no more part, Nor shall farewells be spoken, There’ll be balm for the heart That with anguish was broken. From affliction set free, And from God ne’er to sever, We his glory shall see, And enjoy him for ever. 11485s & 4s. Rev. 22:5. No shadows yonder! All light and song! Each day I wonder, And say how long Shall time me sunder From that dear throng? 2 No weeping yonder— All fled away! While here I wander Each weary day, And sigh as I ponder My long, long stay. 3 No partings yonder— Time and space never Again shall sunder— Hearts can not sever— Dearer and fonder Hands clasped for ever. 4 None wanting yonder— Bought by the Lamb, All gathered under The evergreen palm— Loud as night’s thunder Ascends the glad psalm. 11498s & 7s. Rest for the weary. In the Christian’s home in glory, There remains a land of rest, There my Saviour’s gone before me To fulfill my soul’s request. CHORUS. There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you— On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land. 3 Pain nor sickness ne’er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share, But in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed! Hail with joy the rising morn. 5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory; Shout your triumph as you go; Zion’s gates will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. 11508s. What must it be to be there? We speak of the realms of the blest, 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 pathways of gold, Of its walls decked with jewels so rare, Of its wonders and pleasures untold, But what must it be to be there? 3 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? 4 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, The Church of the First-born above, But what must it be to be there? 5 O Lord, in this valley of woe, Our spirits for heaven prepare; Then shortly we also shall know And feel what it is to be there. 11518s & 7s. Shall we know each other there? When we hear the music ringing In the bright celestial dome, When sweet angel voices, singing, Gladly bid us welcome home To the land of ancient story, Where the spirit knows no care, In that land of light and glory, Shall we know each other there? 2 When the holy angels meet us, As we go to join their band, Shall we know the friends that greet us In the glorious spirit land? Shall we see the same eyes shining On us as in days of yore? Shall we feel their dear arms twining Fondly round us as before? 3 Yes, my earth-worn soul rejoices, And my weary heart grows light, For the sweet and cheerful voices, And the forms so pure and bright, That shall welcome us in heaven, Are the loved of long ago; And to them ’tis kindly given, Thus their mortal friends to know. 4 O, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones, Droop not, faint not by the way; Ye shall join the loved and just ones In the land of perfect day. Harp-strings, touched by angel fingers, Murmured in my raptured ear— Evermore their sweet song lingers— We shall know each other there. 11528s & 7s. Happy home. In that world of ancient story, Where no storms can ever come, Where the Saviour dwells in glory, There remains for us a home. CHORUS. Happy home, happy home, Jesus bids his followers come, To that land of bliss and glory, Our happy, happy home. 2 There within the heavenly mansions, Where life’s river flows so clear, We shall see our blessÉd Saviour, If we love and serve him here. 3 There with holy angels dwelling, Where the ransomed wander free, Jesus’ praises ever telling, Sing we through eternity. 4 There amid the shining numbers, All our toils and labors o’er, Where the Guardian never slumbers, We shall dwell for evermore. 11536s & 4s. Almost home. Is it a long way off? O, no! a few more years, A few more bitter tears— We shall be there. Sometimes the way seems long, Our comforters all go, Woe follows after woe, Care after care. 2 O! brethren dear, how weak, How faint and weak we are! Yet Jesus leads us far Through tangled ways Into the very heart Of this dark wilderness Where dangers thickest press, And Satan strays. 3 But he is strong and wise, And we, his children blind, Must trust his thoughtful mind And tender care. So gentle is his love, We may be sure that sight Would show us all is right, And answered prayer. 4 ’Tis no uncertain way We tread, for Jesus still Leads with unerring skill Where’er we roam; And from the desert wild Soon shall our path emerge, And land us on the verge Of our dear home. 11546s & 4s. I’m going home. I am a stranger here; No home, no rest I see; Not all earth counts most dear Can win a sigh from me. I’m going home. 2 Jesus, thy home is mine, And I thy Father’s child; With hopes and joys divine, The world’s a dreary wild. I’m going home. 3 Home! O! how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart! Home! where the brethren meet, And never, never part. I’m going home. 4 Home! where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of his love: Home! where the Father waits To welcome saints above. I’m going home. 5 Yes! when the world looks cold, Which did my Lord revile, A lamb within the fold, I can look up and smile. I’m going home. 6 When earth’s delusive charms Would snare my pilgrim feet, I fly to Jesus’ arms, And yet again repeat, I’m going home. 7 When breaks each mortal tie That holds me from the goal, This, this can satisfy The cravings of my soul— I’m going home. 8 Ah! gently, gently lead, Along the painful way, Bid every word and deed, And every look to say, I’m going home. 11557s & 6s. Strangers and pilgrims. We have no home but heaven; A pilgrim’s garb we wear; Our path is marked by changes, And strewed with many a care; Surrounded with temptation; By varied ills oppressed; Each day’s experience warns us That this is not our rest. 2 We have no home but heaven; Then, wherefore seek one here? Why murmur at privation, Or grieve when trouble’s near? It is but for a season That we as strangers roam, And strangers must not look for The comforts of a home. 3 We have no home but heaven; We want no home beside; O, God, our Friend and Father, Our footsteps thither guide, Unfold to us its glory, Prepare us for its joy, Its pure and perfect friendship, Its angel-like employ. 4 We have a home in heaven:— How cheering is the thought! How bright the expectations Which God’s own word has taught! With eager hearts we hasten The promised bliss to share; We have no home but heaven;— O, would that we were there! 11568s & 7s. Shall we e’er forget the story? When we reach a quiet dwelling, On the strong eternal hills, And our praise to him is swelling, Who the vast creation fills; When the paths of prayer and duty, And affliction all are trod, And we wake to see the beauty Of our Saviour and our God: 2 With the light of resurrection, When our changÉd bodies glow, And we gain the full perfection Of the bliss begun below; When the life that flesh obscureth In each radiant form shall shine, And the joy that aye endureth, Flashes forth in beams divine: 3 While we wave the palms of glory Through the long eternal years, Shall we e’er forget the story Of our mortal griefs and fears? Shall we e’er forget the sadness, And the clouds that hung so dim, When our hearts are filled with gladness, And our tears are dried by him? 4 Shall the memory be banished Of his kindness and his care, When the wants and woes are vanished Which he loved to soothe and share? All the way by which he led us, All the grievings which he bore, All the patient love he taught us, Shall we think of them no more? 5 Yes! we surely shall remember How he quickened us from death— How he fanned the dying ember With his Spirit’s glowing breath. We shall read the tender meaning Of the sorrows and alarms, As we trod the desert, leaning On his everlasting arms. 6 And his rest will be the dearer When we think of weary ways, And his light will seem the clearer As we muse on cloudy days. O ’twill be a glorious morrow To a dark and stormy day! We shall recollect our sorrow As the streams that pass away. 11578s, 6 lines. Beautiful Zion. Beautiful Zion, built above— Beautiful city, that I love; Beautiful gates of pearly white, Beautiful temple—God its light! He who was slain on Calvary Opens those pearly gates to me. 2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light; Beautiful angels, clothed in white; Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir: There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshiping at the Saviour’s feet. 3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors show, Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there! Thither I press with eager feet; There shall my rest be long and sweet. 4 Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs the angels sing, Beautiful rest—all wanderings cease— Beautiful home of perfect peace; There shall my eyes the Saviour see: Haste to this heavenly home with me! 1158P. M. The better land. I hear thee speak of the better land, Thou callest its children a happy band; Mother! O where is that radiant shore, Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance in the myrtle boughs? Not there! not there! 2 Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies, Or, ’midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there! not there! 3 Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o’er sands of gold, And the burning rays of the rubies shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine? And the pearl glows forth from the coral strand, Is it there, sweet mother, that better land? Not there! not there! 4 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its sweet song of joy! Dreams can not picture a world so fair, Sorrow and death may not enter there, Time may not breathe on its fadeless bloom, Far beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb! ’Tis there! ’tis there! 11599s & 8s. The Father-land. There is a place where my hopes are stayed, My heart and my treasure are there; Where verdure and blossoms never fade, And fields are eternally fair. CHORUS. That blissful place is my father-land; By faith its delights I explore; Come, favor my flight, angelic band, And waft me in peace to the shore. 2 There is a place where the angels dwell, A pure and peaceful abode; The joys of that place no tongue can tell; For there is the palace of God! 3 There is a place where my friends are gone Who suffered and worshiped with me! Exalted with Christ, high on his throne, The King in his beauty they see. 4 There is a place where I hope to live When life and its labors are o’er, A place which the Lord to me will give, And then I shall sorrow no more. 11604s & 10s. The former things are passed away. No sickness there, No weary wasting of the frame away, No fearful shrinking from the midnight air, No dread of summer’s bright and fervid ray. 2 No hidden grief, No wild and cheerless vision of despair, No vain petition for a swift relief, No tearful eye, no broken hearts are there. 3 Care has no home Within that realm of ceaseless praise and song: Its tossing billows break and melt in foam, Far from the mansions of the spirit-throng. 4 No parted friends O’er mournful recollections have to weep! No bed of death enduring love attends, To watch the coming of a pulseless sleep. 5 No blasted flower Or withered bud celestial gardens grow! No scorching blast or fierce descending shower Scatters destruction like a ruthless foe! 6 No battle-word Startles the sacred host with fear and dread! The song of peace, Creation’s morning heard, Is sung wherever angel-minstrels tread! 7 Let us depart If scenes like these await the weary soul! Look up, thou stricken one! Thy wounded heart, Shall bleed no more at sorrow’s stern control! 8 With faith our guide, White-robed and innocent, to lead the way, Why fear to plunge in Jordan’s rolling tide, And find the ocean of eternal day! 1161P. M. That beautiful world. We’re going home, we’ve had visions bright Of that holy land, that world of light, Where the long, dark night of time is past, And the morn of eternity dawns at last; Where the weary saint no more shall roam, But dwell in a happy, peaceful home: Where the brow with sparkling gems is crowned, And the waves of bliss are flowing round. O, that beautiful world! O, that beautiful world! 2 We’re going home, we soon shall be, Where the sky is clear, and all are free: Where the victor’s song floats o’er the plains, And the seraph’s anthems blend with its strains; Where the sun rolls down its brilliant flood, And beams on a world that is fair and good; Where stars, once dimmed at nature’s doom, Will ever shine o’er the new earth’s bloom. O, that beautiful world! O, that beautiful world! 3 ’Mid the ransomed throng, ’mid the seas of bliss, ’Mid the holy city’s gorgeousness; ’Mid the verdant plains, ’mid angels’ cheer, ’Mid the saints that round the throne appear; Where the conqueror’s song, as it sounds afar, Is wafted on the ambrosial air; Through endless years we then shall prove, The worth of a Saviour’s matchless love. O, that beautiful world! O, that beautiful world. 1162P. M. The sun-bright clime. Have you heard, have you heard of that sun-bright clime, Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time; Where age hath no power o’er the fadeless frame— Where the eye is fire, and the heart is flame— Have you heard of that sun-bright clime? 2 A river of water gushes there, ’Mid flowers of beauty strangely fair, And a thousand wings are hovering o’er The dazzling wave and the golden shore That are seen in that sun-bright clime. 3 Millions of forms, all clothed in white, In garments of beauty, clear and bright, There dwell in their own immortal bowers, ’Mid fadeless hues of countless flowers That bloom in that sun-bright clime. 4 Ear hath not heard, and eye hath not seen, Their swelling songs, and their changeless sheen; Their ensigns are waving, their banners unfurl, O’er jasper walls and gates of pearl, That are fixed in that sun-bright clime. 5 But far, far away is that sinless clime, Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time; Where, amid all things bright and fair, is given The home of the just, and its name is heaven— The name of that sun-bright clime. 1163P. M. We’ll be there in a little while. We have heard of that bright, that holy land, We have heard, and our hearts are glad, For we are a lonely pilgrim band; We are weary, and worn, and sad. They tell us that pilgrims are dwelling there, No more are they called homeless ones, And they say that the goodly land is fair, Where the fountain of life ever runs. CHORUS. We’ll be there, we’ll be there in a little while, And we’ll join with the pure and blest, We’ll all have the palms, the robes, the crowns, And we’ll be for ever at rest. 2 We have heard of the palms, the robes, the crowns, Of that silvery band in white, Of the city fair with its golden gates All radiant with heavenly light. We have heard of the angels there, and saints With their golden harps, how they sing, And the mount, with the fruitful tree of life, And the leaves that healing bring. 3 There are beautiful birds in the bowers green, Their songs are blythe and sweet, Their warbling gushing ever new, The angel harpers greet. We’ll be there, we’ll be there in a little while, And we’ll join with the pure and blest; We’ll all have the palms, the robes, the crowns, And we’ll be for ever at rest. 1164P. M. Shall we sing in heaven? Shall we sing in heaven for ever, Shall we sing? Shall we sing in heaven for ever, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, Meet to sing, and love for ever, In that happy land. 2 Shall we know each other ever, In that land? Shall we know each other ever, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall know each other, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 3 Shall we sing with holy angels In that land? Shall we sing with holy angels In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Saints and angels sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 4 Shall we rest from care and sorrow, In that land? Shall we rest from care and sorrow, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, They that meet shall rest for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 5 Shall me meet our dear, lost children, In that land? Shall me meet our dear, lost children, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Children meet and sing for ever, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 6 Shall we meet our Christian parents, In that land? Shall we meet our Christian parents, In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Parents and children meet together, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 7 Shall we meet our faithful teachers In that land? Shall we meet our faithful teachers In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, Teachers and scholars meet together, Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 8 Shall we know our blessÉd Saviour In that land? Shall we know our blessÉd Saviour In that happy land? Yes! O, yes! in that land, that happy land, We shall know our blessÉd Saviour Far beyond the rolling river, Love and serve him there for ever. In that happy land. 1165P. M. Behold I make all things new. That clime is not like this dull clime of ours; All, all is brightness there; A sweeter influence breathes around its flowers, And a benigner air. No calm below is like that calm above, No region here is like that realm of love; Earth’s softest spring ne’er shed so soft a light, Earth’s brightest summer never shone so bright. 2 That sky is not like this sad sky of ours, Tinged with earth’s change and care; No shadow dims it, and no rain-cloud lowers; No broken sunshine there: One everlasting stretch of azure pours Its stainless splendor o’er those sinless shores: For there Jehovah shines with heavenly ray, And Jesus reigns, dispensing endless day. 3 The dwellers there are not like those of earth, No mortal stain they bear; And yet they seem of kindred blood and birth; Whence and how came they there? Earth was their native soil; from sin and shame, Through tribulation, they to glory came; Bond-slaves delivered from sin’s crushing load, Brands plucked from burning by the hand of God. 4 Yon robes of theirs are not like those below; No angel’s half so bright: Whence came that beauty, whence that living glow, And whence that radiant white? Washed in the blood of the atoning Lamb, Fair as the light these robes of theirs became; And now, all tears wiped off from every eye, They wander where the freshest pastures lie. 116611s & 5s. The home of the soul. Oh where can the soul find relief from its foes? A shelter of safety, a home of repose? Can earth’s highest summit, or deepest hid vale, Give a refuge, nor sorrow, nor sin can assail? No, no! there’s no home! There’s no home on earth—the soul has no home. 2 Shall it leave the low earth, and soar to the sky, And seek for a home in the mansions on high! In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling be given, And the soul find a home in the glory of heaven? Yes, yes! there’s a home! There’s a home in high heaven—the soul has a home. 3 O! holy and sweet its rest shall be there! Free for ever from sin, and from sorrow and care; And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise, To welcome the soul to its home in the skies! Home, home! home of the soul! The bosom of God is the home of the soul! 1167P. M. Ever-green mountains. There’s a land far away, ’mid the stars, we are told, Where they know not the sorrows of time, Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold, And where life is a treasure sublime; ’Tis the land of our God—’tis the home of the soul, Where the ages of splendor eternally roll: Where the way-weary traveler reaches his goal, On the ever-green mountains of life. 2 Here our gaze can not soar to that beautiful land, But our visions have told of its bliss, And our souls by the gale from its gardens are fanned, When we faint in the deserts of this; And we sometimes have longed for its holy repose, When our spirits were torn with temptation and woes, And we’ve drank from the tide of the river that flows From the ever-green mountains of life. 3 O the stars never tread the blue heavens by night, But we think where the ransomed have trod, And the day never smiles from his palace of light, But we feel the bright smiles of our God. We are traveling homeward thro’ changes and gloom, To a kingdom where pleasures unchangingly bloom; And our guide is the glory that shines thro’ the tomb From the ever-green mountains of life. 1168P. M. Within the vail. Upon the frontier of this shadowy land We, pilgrims of eternal sorrow, stand: What realm lies forward, with its happier store Of forests green and deep, Of valleys hushed in sleep, And lakes most peaceful? ’Tis the land of Evermore. 2 Very far off its marble cities seem— Very far off—beyond our sensual dream— Its woods, unruffled by the wild wind’s roar: Yet does the turbulent surge Howl on its very verge. One moment—and we breathe within the Evermore. 3 They whom we loved and lost so long ago, Dwell in those cities far from mortal woe— Haunt those fresh woodlands, whence sweet carrollings soar. Eternal peace have they: God wipes their tears away: They drink that river of life which flows for Evermore. 4 Thither we hasten through these regions dim, But, lo! the wide wings of the seraphim Shine in the sunset! On that joyous shore Our lightened hearts shall know The life of long ago: The sorrow-burdened path shall fade for Evermore. 116910s. No night in heaven. No night shall be in heaven! no gathering gloom Shall o’er that glorious landscape ever come; No tears shall fall in sadness o’er those flowers That breathe their fragrance through celestial bowers. 2 No night shall be in heaven! no dreadful hour Of mental darkness, of the tempter’s power— Across these skies no envious clouds shall roll, To dim the sunlight of the raptured soul. 3 No night shall be in heaven. Forbid to sleep, These eyes no more their mournful vigils keep; Their fountains dried—their tears all wiped away— They gaze undazzled on eternal day. 4 No night shall be in heaven—no sorrow’s reign; No secret anguish, no corporeal pain; No shivering limbs, no burning fever there; No soul’s eclipse, no winter of despair. 5 No night shall be in heaven, but endless noon— No fast declining sun, no waning moon: But there the Lamb shall yield perpetual light, ’Mid pastures green, and waters ever bright. |
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