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Who is there like Thee,

Jesus, unto me ?
None are like Thee, none above Thee,
Thou art altogether lovely;
cres. None on earth have we.

None in heaven like Thee.



Love that warmly glowed,

Blood that freely flowed;
Life that stooped to death to save me,
And a deathless being gave me;

Bore my guilty load.

Brought me back to God 1



Plant Thyself in me,

I will learn of Thee,
To be holy, meek, and tender,
Wrath and pride and self surrender :

Nothing shouldst Thou see,

But Thyself in me.



p When on death's cold strand,
I one day shall stand.
Let Thy presence go beside me.
Through the gloomy waters guide me,
cres. Grant me then to stand,
/ Lord, at Thy right hand. Amen.



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p O Jbsu ! Source of calm repose,
Thy like nor man nor angel knows ;
Fairest among ten thousand fair I
Even those whom death's sad fetters bound,
Whom thickest darkness compassed round,
cres. Find light and life, if Thou appear.
2.
p Renew Thine image, Lord, in me ;
Lowly and gentle may I be ;

No charms but these to Thee are dear;
No anger may'st Thou ever find,
No pride in my unrufifled mind,
But faith and heaven-bom peace be there. *

3-
A patient, a victorious mind,
That life and all things casts behind,
Springs forth obedient to Thy call :
A heart that no desire can move,
cres. But still to adore, believe, and love ;

/Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All I Amen,
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P Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
My Saviour, my eternal Rest!
Then only will this longing heart
Be fully and for ever blest I

2.

cres. Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Thine unveiled glory to behold ;

dim. Then only will this wandering heart

Cease to be faithless, treacherous, cold !



Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where spotless saints Thy Name adore

Then only will this sinful heart
Be evil and defiled no more.



Let me be with Thee where Thou art,
Where none can die, where none remove ;
dim. Where life nor death my soul can part

p From Thy blest presence and Thy love ! Amen,
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The roseate hues of early dawn,

The brightness of the day.
The crimson of the sunset sky,
p How fast they fade away :
cres. Oh ! for the pearly gates of heaven,
Oh ! for the golden floor ;
/ Oh I for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth never more I



p The highest hopes we cherish here,

How fast they tire and faint ;

How many a spot defiles the robe

That wraps an earthly saint : •



cres. Oh I for a heart that never sins ;
Oh 1 for a soul washed white ;
/ Oh ! for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weaiy day or night.



Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher ;
dim. But there are perfectness and peace

Beyond our best desire.
cres. Oh ! by Thy love and anguish, Lord,

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Thyself, and hast thereby
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That we before Thy face
May walk in holiness
To Thee well-pleasing.

2.

In true simplicity

O may we cleave to Thee,

Our God and Saviour ;
In all things free from blame,
/ To glorify Thy Name

Be our endeavour.

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In heart here purified.
May we in Thee abide
Without cessation ;
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/ On earth our highest joy
Thy congregation, Ameo*

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She is His new creation

By water and the word :
From heaven He came and sought her

To be His holy Bride,
With His own blood He bought her,

And for her life He died.

2.

Elect from every nation,

Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation

One Lord, one Faith, one Birth ;
One Holy Name she blesses.

Partakes one holy food.
And to one hope she presses

With every grace endued.



cres> Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore opprest,
By schisms rent asunder.
By heresies distrest,
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\pres. Their cry goes up, (/) " How long ? "
And soon the night ol weeping
Shall be the mom of song.

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On the Rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
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Thou may' St smile at all thy foes.



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Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint,- while such a river

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Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age.



Blest inhabitants of Zion,

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How would our spirits long to rise
And dwell on earth no more 1

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No cloud those blissful regions know.

For ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe.

Can never enter there.



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His beams of wondrous grace :
His happy subjects sing His praise,
And bow before His face.

5-
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Till wings of faith and strong desire
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6.
Prepare us. Lord, by grace, divine
For Thy bright courts on high;
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Where endless day excludes the night,

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There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers ;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

That heavenly land from ours.



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Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

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While Jordan rolled between.
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Where trials never come,

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Where faith is lost in sight,

And patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.
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p There is a land of peace,
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Around its glorious throne
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To see the Lamb Who died.
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cres. To give to Him the praise
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Nor fear to tread below
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Q sweet and pleasant soil !
In thee no sorrow may be found,

No grief, no care, no toil.

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Thy bulwarks diamonds square,
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,

Exceeding rich and rare.
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles

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Thy windows crystal Clear ;
Thy tiles are made of beaten gold ;

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Would God I were m thee !
cres. Would God my woes were at an end.
Thy joys that I might see.
7&8.
Thy saints are crowned with glory great,

They see God face to face ;
They triumph still, they still rejoice,

Most happy is their case.
Quite through the streets, with silver sound.

The flood of life doth flow ;
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of life doth grow.
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There trees for evermore bear fruit,

And evermore do spring ;
There evermore the angels sit,
And evermore do sing.
/Jerusalem 1 my happy home.
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And streets of shining gold 7



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Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend ;
cres^ In joy and peace with Him to dwell.

Whose kingdom hath no end ?
dim. Why should I shrink at pain and woe,

Or feel at death dismay 1
cres. I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
/ And realms of endless day.



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Around my Saviour stand ;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
/ Jerusalem ! my happy home.
My soul still pants for thee ;
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Jerusalem on high

My song and city is,
My home whene'er I die,
The centre of my bliss.
O happy place,
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face ?

2.

There dwells my Lord, my Kiog,

Judged here unfit to live ;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.
O happy place,
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face ?

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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,
To see Thy Face ?



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The Lamb's Apostles there
I might with joy behold.
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold.
O happy place.
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy face ?

The bleeding Martyrs, they

Within those courts are found,
Clothed in pure array.
Their scars with glory crowned.
O happy place.
When shall I be.
My God, with Thee,
To see Thy Face ?
6.
Ah me, ah me 1 that I

In Kedar*s tents here stay :
No place like that on high ;
Lord, thither guide my way.
/ O happy place,
When shall I be,
My God, with Thee,
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/ Bribp life 18 here our portion ;
Brief sorrow, short-lived care ;
The life that knows no ending.
The tearless life, is there.
2.
O happy retribution !
Short toil, eternal rest :
cres. For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest.

And now we fight the battle,
B«t then shall wear the crown

Of full mod everlasting
And passiHUess renown ;

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P And now we watch and vtrqggle,
And now we live in hope,



God, ths Heavenly Jerusakm"
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And Zion in her anguish
With Babylon must cope.

But He Whom now we trust in

Shall then be seen and known ;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.
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cres. The morning shall awaken.

The shadows shall decay, 1

And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day :

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There God, our King and Portion,

In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever.

And worship face to face. Amen.



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Mine eyes their vigils keep ;
For very love, beholding •
Thy happy name, they weep*
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cres. O one, O only mansion I
O Paradise of Joy 1
Where tears are Qver banished,
And smiles have no alloy.

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The Lamb is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise ;
/ His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.

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With jasper glow thy bulwarks.

Thy streets with emeralds blaze ;
The sardius and the topaz

Unite in Thee their rays.



PART II. 5.

Thine ageless walls are bonded

With amethyst unpriced ;
The saints build up its fabric.
And the comer-stone is Christ.
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Thou hast no shore, fair ocean I
Thou hast no time bright day I
p Dear fountain of refreshment .
To pilgrims far away 1

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They raise thy holy tower ;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
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P Jesu, in mercy bring us.
To that dear land of rest ;
cres. Who art, with God the Father
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.
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Jerusalem the golden 1 .

With milk and honey blest ;
Beneath thy contemplation
P Sink heart and voice opprest.
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cres. I know not, oh I I know not.
What joys await us there ;
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare;

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Thev stand, those halls of Zion,

All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel.

And all the martyr*throng.

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The Prince is ever in them,

The daylight is serene ;
The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen*



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There is the throne of David,
And there from care released,
/The shout of them that triumph.
The song of them that feast.
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A lid they who, with their Leader,

Have conquered in the fight.
For ever luia for ever
Are clad in robes of white.

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The home of God's elect ;
cres.O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect i
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P Jesu, in mercy bring us
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For all Thy saints, O Lord,
Who strove in Thee to live,
Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.

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For all Thy saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful cry.
Who counted Thee their great reward,
And strove in Thee to die.

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p They all, in life and death.
With Thee their Lord in view.

Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do*

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