Lord Jesu, be our constant Guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar :
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain;
Who patient bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.
A noble army-men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around their Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent to heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain:
O God! to us may grace be given
To follow in their train!
THERE is a blessèd Home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crown'd,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.
There is a land of peace,
Good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease
Within its portals swell;
Around its glorious Throne,
Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One
And Spirit, evermore.
O joy all joys beyond,
To see the Lamb Who died,
And count each sacred wound
In Hands, and Feet, and Side
To give to Him the praise
Of every triumph won,
And sing through endless days
The great things He hath done.
Look up ye saints of God,
Nor fear to tread below
The path your Saviour trod
Of daily toil and woe;
Wait but a little while
In uncomplaining love,
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.
JERUSALEM the golden!
With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, Oh! I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.
They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng:
The Prince is ever with them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessèd
Are decked in glorious sheen.
There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast;
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
To thee, O better country,
Our eyes with longing turn;
At mention of thy blessings
Our hearts within us burn.
Thought of thy coming glory
Is balm to the distressed;
Is medicine in sickness;
Is love, and life, and rest.
O one abiding City,
O paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
Nor sorrow can alloy.
Thy mystic wall is garnished
With jewels all unpriced :
Saints rear thy golden fabric;
Thy Corner-stone is Christ.
Thou hast no need of moonbeam
Nor e'en of sunshine bright;
God is Himself thy glory,
The Lamb Himself thy light.
Beside thy living waters,
That pure and crystal river,
The Tree of Life doth flourish,
Which yields her fruit for ever.
O sweet and blessèd country,
The Home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
My God, and is Thy table spread,
And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know.
Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes.
Rich banquet of His Flesh and Blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
O let Thy table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests!
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes.
Revive Thy dying churches Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live :
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.
O GOD, unseen, yet ever near,
Thy presence may we feel;
And thus inspired with holy fear
Before Thine altar kneel!
Here may Thy faithful people know
The blessings of Thy love;
The streams that through the desert flow,
The manna from above!
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