2. With joy shall I behold the day,
That calls my thirsting soul away
To dwell among the blest!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to His rest!

3. E'en now, to my expecting eyes
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise;
E'en now, with glad survey,

I view her mansions, that contain
The angel forms, a beauteous train,
And shine with cloudless day,

4. Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' immortal King.

1179. C. P. M.

MERRICK.

1. IF death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,

Or frown my tears to see:
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress
For those that rest in Thee.

2. I feel a strong, immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up,
Beneath its mountain load:
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,
I soon shall find my friend again
Within the arms of God.

3. Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing shall restore,

Which death hath snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend, In that eternal day.

1180. C. P. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. THE Lord into His garden comes, The spices yield a rich perfume,

The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus, flow to every vine,

And make the dead revive.

2. Come, brethren, you who love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of His word,

In Jesus' word go on;

Our troubles and our trials here
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

3. We feel that heaven is now begun,
It issues from the shining throne,
From Jesus' throne on high;
It comes in floods we can't contain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again,
And yet we still are dry.

4. There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring,

When all the saints get home.
Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
Soon we shall meet together there,
For Jesus bids us come.

CARMEL. C. P. M.

3

J. ZUNDELL.

2. This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,

And seeks the things above.

3. There is my house and portion fair:
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.

4. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies; I come to meet Thee in the skies,

And claim my heavenly rest!
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;
Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to Thy breast!

To patient faith the prize is sure; And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.

2. The great, mysterious Deity,

We soon with open face shall see:
The beatific sight

Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with
praise,

And wide diffuse the golden blaze

Of everlasting light.

3. The Father, shining on His throne, The glorious, co-eternal Son,

The Spirit, one and seven, Conspire our rapture to complete; And lo! we fall before His feet, And silence heightens heaven.

4. In hope of that ecstatic pause,
Jesus, we now sustain the cross,
And at Thy footstool fall;
Till Thou our hidden life reveal,
Till Thou our ravished spirits fill,
And God be all in all!

C. WESLEY.

KINGSLEY. 11s.

G. KINGSLEY.

9:3 94

SCOTLAND. 12s.

DR. CLARKE.

13

A - men.

1187. 8s, 7s & 4s.

2. Full of joyful expectation,

Saints behold the Judge appear; Truth and justice go before HimNow the joyful sentence hear; Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome, Judge divine! 3. "Come, ye blessed of my Father! Enter into life and joy;

Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ ;"
Hallelujah!-

Welcome, welcome to the skies.

1188. 8s & 7s.

1. BROTHER! rest from sin and sorrow;
Death is o'er and life is won;
On thy slumber dawns no morrow;
Rest; thine earthly race is run.

2. Brother, wake! the night is waning;
Endless day is round thee poured;
Enter thou the rest remaining
For the people of the Lord.

3. Brother, wake! for He who loved thee,
He who died that thou mightst live,
He who graciously approved thee,
Waits thy crown of joy to give.

4. Fare thee well! though woe is blending
With the tones of earthly love,
Triumph high and joy unending
Wait thee in the realms above.

BAP. MEMORIAL.

1189. 8s, 7s & 4s.

1. Lo! the mighty God appearing-
From on high Jehovah speaks!
Eastern lands the summons hearing,
O'er the west His thunder breaks;
Earth beholds Him;
Universal nature shakes.

2. Zion, all its light unfolding,

God in glory shall display;
Lo! He comes-nor silence holding,
Fire and clouds prepare His way,
Tempests round Him
Hasten on the dreadful day.

3. To the heavens His voice ascending,
To the earth beneath He cries;
"Souls immortal now descending,
Let the sleeping dust arise!
Rise to judgment;

Let My throne adorn the skies.

4. "Gather first My saints around Me,

Those who to My covenant stood;
Those who humbly sought and found Me,,
Through the dying Saviour's blood;
Blest Redeemer!
Dearest sacrifice to God!"

5. Now the heavens on high adore Him,
And His righteousness declare;
Sinners perish from before Him,
But His saints His mercies share;
Just His judgment!

God, Himself the Judge, is there.

W. GOODE.