2. Oh happy harbour of the saints !
Oh sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.

3. There lust and lucre cannot dwell,
There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every way.

4. Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.

5. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;

Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.

6. Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem,
Would God I were in thee!

Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!

7. Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
Continually are green,

There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.

8. Quite through the streets, with silver sound, The flood of life doth flow;

Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of life doth grow.

9. There trees for evermore bear fruit
And evermore do spring;

There evermore the saints do sit,

And evermore they sing.

10. Jerusalem, my happy home,

Would God I were in thee!

Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!

"F. B. P.," 1616.

614.

I.

The Heavenly City.

SHINING city of our God,

And shall we see thee here

Thy pearly gates and golden streets?

It doth not yet appear.

2. O healing tree of twelvefold fruit !
O river pure and clear!

And shall we touch, and shall we taste?
It doth not yet appear.

3. O crowned and white-robed choir on high,
Our elder brethren dear!

And shall we blend our songs with yours?
It doth not yet appear.

4. O rainbow throne! O court of Heaven!
And are ye truly so?

Or signs of things we cannot yet
In faintest semblance know?

5. For Thine appearing, Lord, I wait:
Be this enough for me,

If I may see Thee as Thou art,

And then be like to Thee!

C.M.

John Ellerton.

8.6.8.8.6.

615.

I.

The Paths of Death.

HOW pleasant are thy paths, O Death!

Like the bright, slanting west,

Thou leadest down into the glow

Where all those heaven-bound sunsets go,
Ever from toil to rest.

2. How pleasant are thy paths, O Death!
Thither where sorrows cease,

To a new life, to an old past,
Softly and silently we haste
Into a land of peace.

3. How pleasant are thy paths, O Death!
E'en children, after play,

Lie down without the least alarm,
And sleep in thy maternal arm
Their little life away.

4. How pleasant are thy paths, O Death!
Straight to our Father's home:

All loss were gain that gained us this-
The sight of God, that single bliss

Of the grand world to come!

They throng the silence of the breast;
We see them as of yore,-

The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.

2. 'Tis hard to take the burden up,
When these have laid it down:
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown.
But O, 'tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore;

Thanks be to God that such have been,
Although they are no more.

3. More homelike seems the vast unknown,
Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,
Wherever they may fare.

They cannot be where God is not,

On any sea or shore;

Whate'er betides, Thy love abides,
Our God for evermore.

617.

J. W. Chadwick.

8.8.8.4.

I.

All Live unto God.

LORD of Life, where'er they be,
Safe in Thine own eternity,

Our dead are living unto Thee.

Hallelujah!

2. All souls are Thine, and, here or there,

They rest within Thy sheltering care;
One Providence alike they share.

J

Hallelujah!

618.

3. Thy word is true, Thy ways are just ;
Above the requiem, "Dust to dust,"
Shall rise our psalm of grateful trust.

Hallelujah!

4. O happy they in God who rest,
No more by fear and doubt oppressed!
Living or dying they are blest.

Hallelujah!

F. L. Hosmer.

Love Stronger than Death.

1. THEY passed away from sight and hand,
A slow successive train ;

To memory's heart-a gathered band-
Our lost ones come again.

2. Their spirits up to God we gave,
Our eyes by tears made dim,
Confiding in His power to save,
For all do live to Him.

3. Beyond all we can know or think,
Beyond the earth and sky,

Beyond time's lone and dreaded brink
Their deathless dwellings lie.

4. Dear thoughts that once our union made,
Death does not disavow;

We prayed for them while here they stayed,
And what shall hinder now?

C.M.