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.

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

HYMN 171. C. M.

The heavenly Jerusalem anticipated.
ERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me;

When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee.

2 When shall these eyes thy heav'n built walls,
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend;

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end.

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin, nor sorrow know ;

Bless'd seats, through wild and stormy

scenes,

I onward press to you.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee,

Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

HYMN 172. P. M. 7.

Saints in Heaven.

1IGH in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptur'd saints above,

Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love.
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Önce they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
Tort'ring pain and heavy wo,

2 Oft the big, unbidden tear,
Stealing down the furrow'd cheek,
Told, in eloquence sincere,

Tales of woe they could not speak.
But, these days of weeping 'er,
Past this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never-never weep again!

3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid th' 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, Lull'd to rest the aching head, Sooth'd the anguish of the mind!

4 All is tranquil and serene,

Calm and undisturb'd reposeThere no cloud can interveneThere no angry tempest blows! Ev'ry tear is wip'd away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless daySorrow-in eternal rest!

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DOXOLOGIES.

1. L. M.

O God the Father; God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.

2. L. M.

RAISE God from whom all blessing
flow,

Praise him all creatures here below,
Praise Him above, ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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3. C. M.

10 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore;

Be glory as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

4. C. M.

O praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,

The One in Three and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.

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5. S. M.

O the Eternal Three,
In will and essence one,
To Father, Son, and Spirit be
Co-equal honors done.

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6. H. M.

O God the Father's throne,
Perpetual honors raise;

Glory to God the Son,

And to the Spirit praise:

With all our pow'rs, Eternal King,

Thy name we sing, while faith adores.

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7. L. P. M.

YOW to the Great, and sacred Three,
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be

Eternal power and glory giv'n, Thro' all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth, and heav'n.

8. C. P. M.

O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God, whom Heavn's triumphant host,

And saints on earth adore;
Be glory as in ages past,

As now it is, and so shall last,
When time shall be no more.

9. P. M. 7.

ING we to our God above,
Praise eternal as his love,

Praise him all ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

10. P. M. 7

RAISE the name of God most high,
Praise him, all below the sky,

Praise him, all ye heav'nly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
As through countless ages past,
Evermore his praise shall last.

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11. P. M. 8, 7.

RAISE the Father, earth, and heav'n,
Praise the Son, the Spirit praise,

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