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Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim
Veil in his sight,

And praise him with fullness of joy.

He looks, and ten thousands
Of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for his word!
He speaks and eternity,
Fill'd with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

C. M

N 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 rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!

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

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow:

There rocks and hills, and brooks and vale,
With milk and honey flow.

4 All o'er those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;

There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;

Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

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

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

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul,
Would here no longer stay!

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

8 There on those high and flowery plains,
Our spirits ne'er shall tire;
But in perpetual joyful strains,
Redeeming love admire.

ORD at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,

And hope to meet our Savior here;
O make our joys the same!

2 With what divine and vast delight,
The good old man was fill'd,
When fondly in his wither'd arms,
He clasped the holy child.

3 "Now I can leave this world, he cried, Behold thy servant dies!

I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
And close my peaceful eyes.

4 This is the light prepared to shine,
Upon the Gentile lands;

Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,
To break their slavish bands.

5 Jesus! the vision of thy face,
Hath overpowering charms,

Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.

6 Then while ye hear my heart strings break How sweet my minutes roll!

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A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.

P. M.

To mourning wand'rers given,
There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above in heaven.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even,
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose in heaven.

3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven,

When tost on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls
And all is drear-but heaven.

4 Now faith lifts up the tearless eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees ev'ning shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

5 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.

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L. M.

Christ's dying, rising and reigning.

HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies,

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around!

A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, For him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for youA thousand drops of richer blood. 3 Here's love and grief beyond degreeThe Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys, we see! Jesus, the dead-revives again! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb! (In vain the tomb forbids his rise.) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies! 5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the tyrant death in chains! 6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King, Born to redeem, and strong to save!" Then ask "O death, where is thy sting? And where thy vict'ry, boasting grave!"

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P. M.

ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood,

Through all the lands proclaim: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;

And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:

The

year

of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pardoning grace;
Ye favored souls draw near;
Behold your Savior's face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home
5 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest,

Ye mournful souls be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.