2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear - but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

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WM. B. TAPPAN,

"Home of Sweet Repose."

1 THERE is an hour of hallowed peace, For those with cares oppressed, When sighs and sorrowing tears shall

cease,

And all be hushed to rest.

2 "Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts which here annoy;
Then they who oft have sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore.

4 There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;

There they who oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

TAPPAN.

1 THE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away!

2 Oh for the pearly gates of heaven,
Oh for the golden floor,
Oh for the Sun of righteousness,
That setteth nevermore!

3 Oh for a heart that never sins,
Oh for a soul washed white,
Oh for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day nor night!

4 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace.
Beyond our best desire.

5 Oh, by thy love and anguish, Lord,
And by thy life laid down,
Grant that we fall not from thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown.

1 THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high:
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay

Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.

3 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, Our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes where pleasures

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spring

Immortal in the skies.

1 Cor. 2: 9, 10.

MRS. STEELE.

1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor sense nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepared

For those that love his Son.

2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips nor envious eye
Can see or taste the bliss.

4 Those holy gates forever bar

Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins and doubts and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came: They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given,

While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

13 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green;

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So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.

1 RISE, O my soul, pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men

Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;

Their faith and hope and mighty deeds Still fresh instruction give.

3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious blood

They conquered every foe;

And to his power and matchless grace Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord! may I ever keep in view

The patterns thou hast given,
And ne'er forsake the blessed road
That led them safe to heaven.

NEEDHAM.

10 MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,

When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 O happy harbor of God's saints!
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.

3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee,
Nor gloom, nor darksome night;
But every soul shines as the sun,
For God himself gives light.

4 Thy walls are made of precious stone,
Thy bulwarks diamond-square,
Thy gates are all of orient pearl,
O God! if I were there!

4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

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