4. Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.

5. He keeps the Father's book of life;
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.

1. FA

HYMN 511. S. M.

AR from these scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2. Fair land! to mortal eyes

But half its charms explore; How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more!

3. There sickness never comes;

There grief no more complains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And purest pleasure reigns.

4. No strife, nor envy there

The sons of peace molest;
But harmony and love sincere
Fill ev'ry happy breast.

5. No cloud those regions know,
For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

6. There's no alternate night,

Nor sun's faint sickly ray;
But glory, from th' eternal throne,
Spreads everlasting day.

7. Oh! may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love;
May lively faith and strong desire
Bear ev'ry thought above!

HYMN 512. P. M.

1. ON wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise,

View thine inheritance beyond the skies.

Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell, What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell. Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious; O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious. 2. No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain, In that blest country can admission gain; No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear; For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear. Here our Redeemer lives, &c.

3. Before the throne a crystal river glides; Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides; Here the fair tree of life majestic rears

Its blooming head, and sov'reign virtue bears.
Here our Redeemer lives, &c.

HYMN 513. c. M.

1. YE golden lamps of heav'n! farewell,
With all your feeble light.
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night!

2. And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd!

My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

5. Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heav'nly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.

4. The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvary'd day.

5. No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline
Amidst those brighter skies.
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6. There all the millions of his saints Shall in one song unite,

1.

And each the bliss of all shall share
With infinite delight.

FROM

HYMN 514. L. M.

north and south, from east and west, Advance the myriads of the blest; From ev'ry clime of earth they come, And find in heav'n a common home. 2. Howe'er divided here below,

One bliss, one spirit now they know;
Aud, all their doubts and darkness o'er,
One common Parent now adore.

3. On earth, according to their light,
They strove to practise what was right;
Hence all their errors are forgiv'n,
And Jesus welcomes them to heav'n.
4. See, how along th' immortal meads
His glorious host the Saviour leads!
And brings the myriads none can count,
To seats of joy on Zion's mount!

HYMN 515. c. M.

1. NOT to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word,
Which God on Sinai spoke:

2. But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,

Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.

3. Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels, cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!
4. Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heav'n!
And God, the Judge of all, declares
Their num'rous sins forgiv'n.

5. The saints on earth, and all the dead,
But one communion make:
All join, in Christ, the living head,
And heav'nly joys partake.

6. In such society as this

My weary soul would rest!

The man, that dwells where Jesus is,
Must be for ever blest.

HYMN 516. c. M.

1. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue;

And let the joys of heav'n impart
Their influence to our song.

2. Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the realms of peace.

3. The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

4. There, on a throne, how dazzling bright,
Th' exalted Saviour shines,
And beams ineffable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.

5. There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs,

And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuncful tongues.

6. Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
"Till in thy blissful courts above,
We join the angelic choir.

HYMN 517. c. M.

1. NOW let a true ambition rise,

And ardour fire our breasts,

To reign in worlds above the skies,
In heav'nly glories drest.

2. Behold Jehovah's royal hand
A radiant crown display,
Whose gems with vivid lustre shine,
While suns and stars decay.

5. No more I seek for transient good,
Nor longer call it mine:

I spring to seize superior joys,
Immortal and divine.

4. Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
The glorious prize pursue;

Nor shall ye want the goods of earth,
While heav'n is kept in view.

1. THE

HYMN 518. c. M.

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2. There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flow'rs.
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours.
3. Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4. But tim❜rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shiv'ring, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5. O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And view the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

6. 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.

1.THO

HYMN 519. c. M.

HOSE happy realms of joy and
Fain would my heart, explore,

peace,