A soul out of prison releas'd,
And freed from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above:
Escap'd to the Mansions of light,

And lodg'd in the Eden of love!
2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd,
Outflying the tempest and wind,
His rest he hath sooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind,
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,
And longing to gain the blest shore
Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more!
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with their Saviour beneath:
With shouting, each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death!
The voyage of life's at an end,

The mortal affliction is past;

But the age that in heav'n they shall spend, For ever and ever shall last!

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I THE saints above, in spotless white,
Rejoice with bliss divine;

Our clothing oft abhors the light,
And we in darkness pine.

2 Yet we all eat one heav'nly bread,
And share one royal birth;

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Though they in heaven are richly fed
And we supply'd on earth.

3 They all were once as vile as we,
And wore the chains of sin;

Like us they struggled to be free,
And mourn'd the plague within.
4 And soon shall we, as bright as they,
In robes of glory shine,

And spend with them an endless day
In purest joys divine.

5 Blest period! when, arriv'd in Heaven,
We join the rapt'rous theme-
Glory and praise and pow'r be given
To God and to the Lamb!

I WHAT tongue can tell, what fancy paint, The joys that fill th' enraptur'd saint, When, mix'd with Heav'n's triumphant throng,

He shares their bliss, and swells their song! 2 He feels no pain, he fears no want; His portion-all that God can grant! That all Himself!-the portion given ;The light, the life, the bliss of Heaven! 3 No darkness now obscures his mind, The gloom of night is left behind; And objects, lately half conceal'd, In full resplendence stand reveal'd!

4 His love, so cold, so mix'd before,
In Heav'n-is cold, is mix'd no more;
It gains the region whence it came,
And glows in pure eternal flame!
5 He dwells exempt from all alarm ;-
No world is there to fright or charm!
No foes to plot against his peace,
No sin to give their schemes success!
6 Soon shall we reach this blest abode,
And ev'ry sense be fill'd with God!
Then let our passing conflicts here,
As shadows in our sight appear!

1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy,

And shall we dread to enter there!

2 Shall mortal pains, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away
From that divine immortal life ;-
Still clinging to this sordid clay!

3 Let but my Saviour come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past!

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there!

1 DOES fleshly nature dread to die, And tim'rous thoughts our minds enslave? But grace can raise our hopes on high, And quell the terrors of the grave! 2 What! shall we run to gain the crown, Yet grieve to think the mark so near! Afraid to have our labours done, And finish this tremendous war! 3 Do we not dwell in clouds below, And little know the God we love! Why should we like this twilight so, When 'tis high-noon in worlds above! 4 When we put off this fleshly load, We're from unuumber'd mischiefs free; For ever present with our God,

Where we have long'd and groan'd to be! 5 No more shall pride or passion rise, Or envy fret, or malice roar,

Or sorrow mourn, with downcast eyes;
And sin shall vex our souls no more!

6 There shall we see him face to face!
There shall we know the Great Unknown!
And prove the heights and depths of bliss,
With our Immanuel on his throne!

1 AND is this Heav'n!-and am I there! How short the road!—how swift the flight!

I feel all life!- all eye!-all ear! And ev'ry sense has full delight! 2 Is that the Heav'nly Friend who hung In blood and anguish on the tree! Whom Prophets preach'd, and David sung, Who dy'd for them,-who dy'd for me! 3 How fair-thou Offspring of my God! Thou First-born Image of his face! Thy death secur'd this blest abode ! Thy life's the glory of the place! 4 Redeemer !-God!—Eternal Light!— Fountain of Bliss!-Tremendous Pow'r!Ocean of Wonders!-Glorious Sight!Beauty and Love unknown before! 5 Thy Grace, thy Nature-all unknown In yon' dark region whence I came ; Where languid glimpses from thy throne, And feeble whispers, teach thy Name! 6 I'm in a world where all is new! Myself!-my God!-O blest amaze! The brightest gleams I ever knew, Were but faint shadows of this bliss!

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Heaven-the Christian's Home.
Heb. xi. 13-16.

1 As when the weary trav'ller gains
The height of some commanding hill,

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