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Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.

Bernard of Cluny, 1145. J.M. Neale, tr., 1751.

The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes. Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

Annie Ross Cousin, 1857.

Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th' elect,-- O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect! Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn!

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heavenly land from ours.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage. And face a frowning world.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

Francis Baker , 1801.

Ref.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there.

Ref.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there.

Ref.--Over there, over there, My Savior is now over there; Over there, over there, over there, My Savior is now over there.

Ref.--Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there; Over there, over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there.

Rev. D.W.C. Huntington.

There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

Cho.--In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

S.F. Bennett.

In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request.

Cho.--There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you.

William Hunter, 1857

This is not my place of resting,-- Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting-- On to my eternal home.

H. Bonar.

There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- 'Tis found above--in heav'n.

Wm. B. Tappan, 1829.

My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Cho.--I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more.

Rev. William Hunter.

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

Cho.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

David Denham, 1826.

Rev. John Atkinson.

I saw a way-worn trav'ler, In tattered garments clad, And struggling up the mountain, It seemed that he was sad; His back was laden heavy, His strength was almost gone, Yet he shouted as he journeyed, Deliverance will come.

Ref.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear.

J.B. Matthias.

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far away home of the soul; Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll.

Mrs. Ellen H. Gates.

"Forever with the Lord!" Amen, so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home; Nearer home, nearer home, A day's march nearer home.

James Montgomery, 1835.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.

Cho.--We will rest in the fair and happy land, Just across on the evergreen shore, Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by, And dwell with Jesus evermore.

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God.

Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.

Robert Lowry.

Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? Does but God in heaven know? Shall I be among the living? Shall I be among the free? Wheresoe'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee.

Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me, And I know not where I'll be; But where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee.

Miss Jennie Stout.

The evening shades are falling, The sun is sinking fast; The Holy One is calling, We're going home at last.

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