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"We've no abiding city here:"

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #368 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 "We've no abiding city here:" This may distress the worldly mind; But should not cost a saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 "We've no abiding city here:" Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come." 3 "We've no abiding city here:" Then let us live as pilgrims do: Let not the world our rest appear; But let us haste from all below. 4 "We've no abiding city here," We seek a city out of sight: Zion it's name,--the Lord is there, It shines with everlasting light. 5 Oh sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove, I'd flee to Thee, and be at rest. 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine! The time my God appoints is best: While here to do His will be mine; And His to fix my time of rest. Languages: English

Brotherly Love

Hymnal: The Psalter #369 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Love For Man First Line: How pleasant and how good it is Lyrics: 1 How pleasant and how good it is When brethren in the Lord In one another's joy delight And dwell in sweet accord. 2 Such love is like anointing oil In consecration poured; Such love is like the morning dew, With sweet refreshment stored. 3 To those who dwell in brotherhood The Lord His blessing sends, He crowns them with the crown of life, Of life that never ends. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English Tune Title: INVITATION

Following Christ

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #369 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven First Line: Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see--and I'll pursue The narrow way, till Him I view,-- 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment; The King's highway of holiness; I'll go, for all His paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not; My grief a burden long has been, Because I could not cease from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I sinned and stumbled but the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I'm the way." 5 Lo, glad I come, and Thou, dear Lamb, Shalt take me to Thee as I am: Nothing but sin I Thee can give, Nothing but love do I receive. 6 I'll tell to all poor sinners round, What a dear Saviour I have found; I'll point to Thy redeeming blood, And say, "Behold the way to God." Languages: English

The Communion of Saints

Hymnal: The Psalter #370 (1912) Topics: Love For Man First Line: How good and pleasant is the sight Lyrics: 1 How good and pleasant is the sight When brethren make it their delight To dwell in blest accord; Such love is like anointing oil That consecrates for holy toil The servants of the Lord. 2 Such love in peace and joy distils, As o'er the slopes of Hermon's hills Refreshing dew descends; The Lord commands His blessing there, And they that walk in love shall share In life that never ends. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English Tune Title: PRESSLY

The Unity of Brotherhood

Hymnal: The Psalter #371 (1912) Topics: Love For Man First Line: Behold, how pleasant and how good Lyrics: 1 Behold, how pleasant and how good That we, one Lord confessing, Together dwell in brotherhood, Our unity expressing; 'Tis like the oil on Aaron's head, The seal of ordination, That o'er his robes the sweetness shed Of perfect consecration. 2 Behold, how pleasant and how good That we, one Lord confessing, Together dwell in brotherhood, Our unity expressing; 'Tis like the dew from Hermon fair On Zion's hill descending; The Lord commands His blessing there In life that is unending. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English Tune Title: JUBILEE

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #371 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan’s fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 Oh the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight! 3 There generous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow; There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow. 4 All o’er those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son for ever reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds or poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father’s face, And in His bosom rest. 7 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; Though Jordan’s waves around me roll, Fearless I’d launch away. Languages: English

While on the verge of life I stand

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #372 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 While on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. 2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, And faints my much-loved Lord to see: Earth, twine no more about my heart! For 'tis far better to depart 3 Come, ye angelic convoys! come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,-- Source of my joys, and of your own. 4 The blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at His feet! Raised in His arms to see His face Through the full beamings of His grace! 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing! To fly as on a cherub's wings! Performing, with unwearied hands, The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet, with these prospects full in sight, We'll wait Thy signal for the flight; For, while Thy service we pursue, We find a heaven in all we do. Languages: English

Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #373 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to the soul is communion with saints! To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace! And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease! Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold Thee in glory, at home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee; Though now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace, when I'm with Thee at home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh give me submission and strength as my day; In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 5 Whate'er Thou deniest, oh give my Thy grace! The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face; Indulge me with patience to wait at Thy throne, And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 6 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine, And in Thy dear image, arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise Thee at home. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. Languages: English

Joyfully, joyfully onward I move

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #374 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move, Bound for the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers, sing as I come-- Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home! Soon with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to the land of bright spirits I go; Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam: Joyfully, joyfully resting at home. 2 Friends fondly cherished have passed on before; Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore; Singing, to cheer me through death’s chilling gloom: Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home; Sounds of sweet melody fall on mine ear Harps of the blessèd, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven’s high dome-- Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home. 3 Death with thy weapons of war lay me low; Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow; Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb! Joyfully, joyfully will I go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn; Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone; Joyfully, then shall I witness his doom, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. Languages: English