3 No malice, strife, or envy there,
The sons of peace molest;
But harmony and love sincere,
Fill ev'ry happy breast.

4 O may this heav'nly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love;
May lively faith and strong desire
Bear ev'ry thought above.

PARSON.]

1

Ο

HAPPY land! O happy land!
Where saints and angels dwell;
We long to join that glorious band,
And all their anthems swell.
But every voice in yonder throng
On earth has breathed a prayer,
No lips untaught may join that song
Or learn the music there.

2 Thou heavenly friend! thou heavenly friend!
O hear us when we pray;
Now let thy pardoning grace descend,
And take our sins away.

Be all our fresh, our youthful days,

To thy blest service given;

Then we shall meet to sing thy praise,
A ransom❜d band in heaven.

R. W. H.]

'O

HYMN 141.

WHERE is the land of the blest?

8's.

Yon clouds and yon stars far above;
No footstep e'er toward it hath prest,
Nor wing of the quick-glancing dove.
Still gaze but on sanctified youth,—

There of malice, of earth, is no leaven;

"Tis meekness, simplicity, truth!

Where these, there's the kingdom of heaven!

2 0 what is the land of the blest?

How dazzling, how wealthy, how calm! Yet these merely image the rest

Which breathes forth its freshening balm. Like the least of the little one's smile, When in infancy's slumber at even There flees all its passion and guile,— Of such is the kingdom of heaven!

T. R. TAYLOR.]

HYMN 142.

'I' Heaven is my home:

'M but a stranger here;

Earth is a desert drear;
Heaven is my home:
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my father-land,
Heaven is my home.

P. M.

2 What though the tempests rage?
Heaven is my home:

Short is my pilgrimage;
Heaven is my home:

And Time's wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast;

I shall reach home at last:
Heaven is my home,

3 Therefore I murmur not;
Heaven is my home:
Whate'er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home;

And I shall surely stand

There at my Lord's right hand,

Heaven is my father-land,

Heaven is my home.

HEMANS.]

HYMN 143.

P. M.

'I'

The Better Land.

HEAR thee speak of the better land, Thou callest its children a happy band; Mother! oh where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows? And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?

Not there, not there, my child!

2 Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies?
Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?

Not there, not there, my child!

3 Is it far away, in some region old,

Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold?
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral
strand?-

Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?
Not there, not there, my child!

4 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy,
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair-
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
Far beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!

DENHAM.]

HYMN 144.

Home, sweet Home!

P. M.

ID scenes of confusion, of woes, and

"Mcomplaints,

[saints; How sweet to my soul is communion with To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at Home. Home, Home, sweet Home!

Receive me, dear Saviour, in glory, at
Home.

2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace,

[cease, And thrice-precious Jesus, whose love cannot Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,

I long to behold thee in glory at Home.

3 While here in the valley of conflict I stray,
O give me submission and strength as my
day;

In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious Home.

4 I long, gracious Lord, in thy beauties to shine;

No more, as an exile, in sorrow to pine,

And in thy fair image, arise from the tomb, With glorified millions, to praise thee at Home.

STEELE.]

1

AR from these narrow scenes of night

Unbounded glories rise;

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 There, pain and sickness never come;
And grief no more complains:
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns!

4 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

5 Oh! may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear ev'ry thought above.

NEWTON.]

HYMN 146.

IN The moment after death,

[N vain my fancy strives to paint

The glories that surround the saints
When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks:
We scarce can say they're gone,
Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail
To trace her in her flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides that world of light.

4 Thus much, and this is all we know,
They are completely blest;

C. M.

Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.