These are the everlasting hills, With summits bathed in day: The slopes down which the living rills, Fair vision! how thy distant gleam Fair vision! how thou liftest up Thy light makes even the darkest page With thee in view, the rugged slope Becomes a level way, Smoothed by the magic of thy hope, With thee in view, how poor appear Time's glory fades; its beauty now Then welcome toil, and care, and pain! And welcome sorrow too! All toil is rest, all grief is gain, With such a prize in view. Come crown and throne, come robe and palm! Burst forth, glad stream of peace! Come, holy city of the Lamb! Rise, Sun of Righteousness! When shall the clouds that veil thy rays Why dost thou tarry, day of days? THE CENTRE OF MY BLISS. JE SAMUEL CROSSMAN. ERUSALEM on high My home whene'er I die, O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, Thy walls, sweet city, thine, O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, No sun by day shines there, When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing, And lowly homage give. When shall I be, My God, with Thee, The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease: The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of Peace. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, The Lamb's apostles there When shall I be, My God, with Thee, IN JESUS' SIGHT. GEORGE H. HOUGHTON. JERUSALEM! Jerusalem! is to behold The glory of thy jasper-walls, To see the twelve Apostles' names By each an angel placed; The stream of life from 'neath the throne, No earthly eye I know hath seen Nor ear hath heard such strains as rise But more than all thy streets can boast JESUS, the precious Lamb of God, Who died to ransom me! "Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Name ever dear to me, O may at last my name be found," THY GATES OF GLISTENING PEARL UN JERUS FOLD. JOHN HENRY HOPKINS, Jr. ERUSALEM, my Home, Their jasper clear and sardine stone No sun is there, no day or night; Jerusalem, my Home. Jerusalem, my Home, Where shines the royal Throne, Each king casts down his golden crown Thence flows the crystal River, |