HYMN 134. P. M.

1 RISE my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace,

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time will soon the earth remove;
Rise my soul and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run

Nor stay in all their course;
Fires ascend and seek the sun,
Both speed them to their source.
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to see his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly my riches, fly my cares
While I that course explore;
Flatt'ring world with all your snares,
Solicit me no more:

Pilgrims fix not here their home,
Strangers tarry but a night:
When the last dear morn shall come,
We'll rise to glorious light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize,
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant through the skies.
Yet a season and you'll know,
Happy entrance will be given,
All your sorrows left below,

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And earth exchang'd for heaven.

HYMN 135. C. M.

JERUSALEM, my happy home,

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;

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

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

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

4 If heaven be thus, O 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 thy 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.

HYMN 136. P. M.

THE wond'rous love of Jesus,

From doubts and fears it frees us,
With pitying love he sees us,
A toiling here below:

Through tribulation driven,
We'll force our way to heaven;
Through consolation given,
Rejoicing on we'll go.

2 Companions now distress'd,
By Satan sore oppress'd,
Cheer up, you'll be relieved,
Thou Captain's gone before

In every trying hour,
He'll save you by his power,
And bring you safe to heaven,
On that eternal shore.

3 0 yonder is the glory,
It lies but just before you,
And there we'll tell the story
Of all redeeming love:
And there we shall for ever,
Drink of that flowing river;
And ever, ever, ever,

Surround the throne of love.
4 There in the blooming garden
Of Eden, gain'd by pardon,
Upon the banks of Jordan,
We will worship the Lamb:
We'll sing the song of Moses,
While Jesus he composes
A song that never closes,
Of praises to his name.

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HYMN 137. C. M.

WEET rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eye;

Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly;
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind:
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main,
And leave the world behind.

2 While I'm imprisoned here below,
In anguish pain and smart,
Oft times those troubles I forego,
When love surrounds my heart;
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky,
I then behold my heart's delight,
And would rejoice to die!

3 I view the monster death, and smile, Now he has lost his sting;

Though Satan rages all the while,
I still in triumph sing:

I hold my Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms,
No other good I'll know.

4 A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er,

I hope to join the heav'nly host,
On Canaan's happy shore:

My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast
In love's unbounded sea;

The glorious hope of endless rest,
Transporting is to me.

5 O come, my Saviour, come away,
And bear me through the sky,
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay,
Make haste, and bring it nigh:
I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thine image shine;
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be for ever thine.

6 Then I will tune my harp of gold,
To my eternal king;

Through ages that can ne'er be told,
I'll make his praises ring;

All hail! thou great eternal God!
Who died on Cavalry;

And sav'd me with thy precious blood,
From endless misery.

7 Ten thousand, thousand join in one,
To praise the Eternal Three:
Prostrate before the blazing throne,
In deep humility:

They rise and tune their harps of gold,
And string the immortal lyre;

And ages that can ne'er be told,
Shall raise their praises higher.

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HYMN 138. P. M.

HERE shali we reign with Jesus, on that delightful shore,

And shout with the redeemned our trials be.

ing o'er;

The wicked cease from troubling, the weary are

at rest,

And we shall reign with Jesus, eternai ages blest. 2 We shall be like the angels in that immortal throng,

And shouting his salvation will be our lasting song;

They sing creating-goodness, and we redeeming love,

And this shall be our business, in the bright worlds above.

3 This love so freely flowing, it animates our hearts,

This love is still abounding, in every place and

part;

This love can ne'er be ended, though faith and hope should cease,

This love can ne'er be bounded, but ever will increase.

4 This love through endless ages, it ever is the same;

'Tis this our heart engages, to love and serve the Lamb:

Unites us all together, and makes us of one soul, It is the Balm of Gilead, it makes the wounded whole.

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HYMN 139. P. M.

HERE is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;
An everlasting temple,

And saints arrayed in white,
They serve their great Redeemer,
They dwell with him in light.

2 This is no world of trouble;
The God of peace is there,
He wipes away their sorrows,
He banishes their care;
Their joys are still increasing,
Their songs are ever new,