3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Though now my temptations like billows may foam,

All, all, will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

5 Whate'er thou deniest, O, give me thy grace,-
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine,
And, in thy dear image, arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise thee at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, my home.

Z. Songster. 284. 11. 5. 11.

Sweet home.

Home.

1 AN alien from God, and a stranger to grace, I wander'd through earth its gay pleasures to

trace;

In the pathway of sin I continued to roam,
Unmindful, alas! that it led me from home.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O Saviour! direct me to heaven, my home.

2 The pleasures of earth I have seen fade awayThey bloom for a season, but soon they decay;

But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given,— Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

The Saints in those mansions are ever at home. 3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms! The Saviour invites me--I'll go to his arms. At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room; O there may I feast with his children at home! Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home.

4 Farewell, vain amusements-my follies, adieu; While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view, I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne,-

The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O when shall I share the fruition of home?

5 The days of my exile are passing away; The time is approaching when Jesus will say, "Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,

And dwell in my presence, forever at home."

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O there I shall rest with the Saviour, at home

6 Affliction, and sorrow, and death, shall be o'er; The saints shall unite to be parted no more. There loud hallelujah's fill heav'ns high dome They dwell with the Saviour forever at home.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

They dwell with the Saviour, forever at home.

G. F. L.

Cambridge.

285.

Home.

1 SWEET to rejoice in lively hope,
That, when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover around my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

2 Home in the skies, where sin and death
Shall never find a place;

Home, where, to all eternity,

I'll sing redeeming grace.

3 Home, where the saints and angels dwell,
And strike their harps aloud;

Home, where my great Redeemer reigns,
My Saviour and my God.

4 Home, where, when time shall be no more,
While endless ages roll,
Growing, expanding, praising still,
Shall live the undying soul.

5 O! blessed, cheering, thrilling hope
While friendless here I roam!

Welcome, stern Death! for thou wilt prove
The passport to my Home.

Stennett.

286. c. M.

Pisgah.

Viewing the promised land. Deut. xxxi. 1.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 O, the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises on my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 O'er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Sun for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

5 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

6 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul
Can here no longer stay;

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'll launch away.

Eckington.

287.

C. M.

Woodstock.

Rev. xxi. 10-12.

Heavenly Jerusalem.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,

O how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;

Thy gates are richly set with pearl;
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant walks
My study long have been;

Such dazzling views by human sight
Have never yet been seen.

4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?

What folly 's this, that I should dread
To die and go from hence?

5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end.

6 Jesus, my Lord, to glory 's gone-
Him will I go and see;

And all my brethren here below
Will soon come after me.

7 My friends, I bid you all adieu-
I leave you in God's care;
And if I never more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.

8 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.

Newton.

288. 8.7.

Prayer for a revival.

1 SAVIOUR, visit thy plantation!
Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain!
All will come to desolation
Unless thou return again.

Greenville.

Lord, revive us—Lord, revive us ;
All our help must come from thee.

2 Keep no longer at a distance;
Shine upon us from on high';
Lest, for want of thine assistance,
Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd.
Ev'ry part look'd gay and green.