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Brief life is here our portion

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #491 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. O happy retribution! Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest. 2 And now we fight the battle, But then shall wear the crown Of full and everlasting, And passionless renown. 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. 3 The morning shall awaken, And shadow shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day; There God, our King and portion, In fulness of His grace, Shall we behold for ever, And worship face to face. 4 O sweet and blesséd country, The Home of Tod's elect! O sweet and blesséd 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. Languages: English
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For thee, O dear, dear country

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #492 (1871) Lyrics: 1 For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy holy Name, they weep. The mention of Thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 O one, O only mansion!; O Paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banish'd And smiles have no alloy; The Lamb is all thy splendour, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. 3 With jasper glow Thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in Thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric, And the corner-stone is Christ. 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Upon the Rock of Ages They build Thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And Thine the golden dower. 5 O sweet and blessèd country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessèd 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. Languages: English
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Jerusalem, the golden!

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #493 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, O I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene: The pastures of the blessèd Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, The song of them that triumph, The shout 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. 4 O sweet and blesséd country, The Home of God's elect! O sweet and blesséd 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. Languages: English
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What are these in bright array

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #494 (1871) Lyrics: 1 What are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar night and day, Hymning one triumphant song?-- "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour." 2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God, Seal'd with His Almighty Name: Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them, the Lamb amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead; Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And for ever from their eyes, God shall wipe away the tear. Languages: English
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O mother dear, Jerusalem!

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #495 (1871) Lyrics: 1 O 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 harbour of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 3 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun; For God Himself gives light. 4 O my sweet home, Jerusalem! Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity? 5 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, They grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. 6 Right through the streets, with pleasing sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side The trees of life do grow. 7 Those trees each month yield ripen'd fruit: And evermore they spring, And all the nations of the earth To thee their honours bring. 8 O mother dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee! When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? Languages: English
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Jerusalem, my happy home

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #496 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labours have an end, In joy and peace, with thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 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. 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my labours have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 7 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. Languages: English
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Jerusalem! high tower thy glorious walls!

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #497 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem! high tower thy glorious walls! Would God I were in thee! Desire of thee my longing heart enthralls, Desire at home to be: Wide from the world outleaping, O'er hill and vale and plain, My soul's strong wing is sweeping, Thy portals to attain. 2 O gladsome day, and yet more gladsome hour! When shall that hour have come, When my rejoicing soul its own free power May use in going home? Itself to Jesus giving, In trust to His own hand, To dwell among the living, In that blest Fatherland. 3 A moment's time, the twinkling of an eye, Shall be enough to soar, In buoyant exultation, through the sky, And reach the heavenly shore. Elijah's chariot bringing The homeward traveller there; Glad troops of angels winging It onward through the air. 4 Great fastness thou of honour! thee I greet! Throw wide thy gracious gate, An entrance free to give these longing feet; At last released, though late, From wretchedness and sinning, And life's long, weary way; And now, of God's gift, winning Eternity's bright day. 5 What throng is this, what noble troop, that pours, Arrayed in beauteous guise, Out through the glorious city's open doors, To greet my wondering eyes? The hosts of Christ's elected, The jewels that He bears In His own crown, selected To wipe away my tears. 6 Of prophets great, and patriarchs high, a band That once has borne the cross, With all the company that won that land, By counting gain for loss, Now float in freedom's lightness, From tyrants' chains set free; And shine like suns in brightness, Arrayed to welcome me. 7 One more at last arrived they welcome there, To beauteous Paradise, Where sense can scarce its full fruition bear, Or tongue for praise suffice; Glad hallelujahs ringing With rapturous rebound, And rich hosannas singing Eternity's long round. 8 Unnumbered choirs before the Lamb's high throne There shout the jubilee, With loud resounding peal and sweetest tone, In blissful ecstasy: A hundred thousand voices Take up the wondrous song; Eternity rejoices God's praises to prolong. Languages: English
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O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #498 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, Thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest orb of heaven transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice like the hills remains, Unfathomed depths Thy judgments are; Thy providence the world sustains, The whole creation is Thy care. 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, And saints to Thy protection trust! 4 Such guests shall to Thy courts be led, To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head, Of joys that shall for ever last. 5 With Thee the springs of life remain, Thy presence is eternal day; O let Thy saints Thy favour gain, To upright hearts Thy truth display. Topics: Miscellaneous Languages: English
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My soul, inspired with sacred love

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #499 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, God's holy Name for ever bless; Of all His favours mindful prove, And still Thy grateful thanks express. 2 'Tis He that all thy sins forgives, And after sickness makes thee sound; From danger He thy life retrieves, By Him with grace and mercy crown'd. 3 The Lord abounds with tender love And unexampled acts of grace; His waken'd wrath doth slowly move, His willing mercy flies apace. 4 God will not always harshly chide, But with His anger quickly part; And loves His punishment to guide More by His love than our desert. 5 As far as 'tis from east to west, So far has he our sins removed; Who, with a father's tender breast, Has such as fear Him always loved. Topics: Miscellaneous Languages: English
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The Lord descended from above

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #500 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Lord descended from above, And bow'd the heavens most high, And underneath His feet He cast, The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally He rode, And on the wings of mighty winds, Came flying all abroad. 3 He sat serene upon the floods, Their fury to restrain; And He, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign. Topics: Miscellaneous Languages: English

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