THE SHADOWLESS. T G. ROBINS. HERE is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright, that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glories fraught. A land, upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again. Its skies are not like earthly skies, There sweeps no desolating wind HEAVENLY CANAAN. ISAAC WATTS. HERE is a land of pure delight, There everlasting spring abides, Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood But timorous mortals start and shrink Oh, could we make our doubts remove, And see the Canaan that we love Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood H HOPE OF OUR HEARTS. SIR EDWARD DENNY. OPE of our hearts, O Lord, appear, Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, No resting-place we seek on earth, Our eye is on the royal crown, But, dearest Lord, however bright Of dwelling in Thy love? What to the joy, the deeper joy, This joy e'en now on earth is ours; But only, Lord, above, Our hearts, without a pang, shall know The fullness of Thy love. There, near Thy heart, upon the throne, L THE WELCOME DAY. ISAAC WATTS. O! what a glorious sight appears The earth and seas are passed away, And the old rolling skies. From the third heaven, where God resides, The new Jerusalem comes down, Attending angels shout for joy, "The God of glory down to men Men, the dear objects of His grace, And He the loving God: "His own kind hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself, shall die." How long, dear Saviour, oh, how long Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, I THITHER LIFT MY EYES. TH BENJAMIN Beddome. HERE is a world of perfect bliss Oppressed with sorrows and with sins, I thither lift my eyes. 'Tis there the weary are at rest, And all is peace within; The mind, with guilt no more oppressed, Discord and strife are banished thence, No more we hear the pensive sigh, Farewell to earth and earthly things; In vain ye tempt my stay: Come, angels, spread your joyful wings, |