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Heaven Happy.

WATTS.

1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

4 O! could we make our doubts removeThose gloomy doubts that riseAnd see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes;

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream,nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; They followed me o'er vale and hill,

O'er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,

Famish'd, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.

3 They spoke in tender love,

They raised my drooping head;

They gently closed my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed:
They washed my filth away,
They made me clean and fair;

They brought me to my home in peace,
The long-sought wanderer.

4 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas He that loved my soul, "Twas He that wash'd me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole: 'Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep, 'Twas He that brought me to the fold"Tis He that still doth keep.

5 No more a wand'ring sheep,
I love to be controll'd,

I love my tender Shepherd's voice,
I love the peaceful fold:
No more a wayward child,

I seek no more to roam,

I love my heavenly Father's voiceI love, I love His home.

BONAR.

2 Him to know is life and peace,
And pleasure without end,
This is all my happiness,
On Jesus to depend:
Daily in his grace to grow,
And ever in his love abide;
Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified!

3 that I could all invite,

This saving truth to prove;

Show the length, the breadth, the height,

And depth of Jesus' love;

Fain I would to sinners show,

His blood by faith alone applied, Only Jesus will I know,

And Jesus crucified!

C. WESLEY.

1 To the haven of thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly!
Be my refuge and my rest,

For, O the storm is high;
Save me from the furious blast;
A covert from the tempest be;
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.

2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry and barren place; O descend on me and bring

Thy sweet refreshing grace; O'er a parched and weary land,

As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thy hand, And screen my naked head.

3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succor been, In my utter helplessness

Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love,

And shield me with thy power.

4 First and last in me perform
The work thou hast begun :
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shadow from the sun :
Weary, parched with thirst, and faint,
Till thou th' abiding Spirit breathe,
Every moment, Lord, I want
The merit of thy death.