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HYMN 1.-C. M. ·
O how I long for thee !
Thy joys when shall I see?
2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.
3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks,
My study long have been;
Have never yet been seen.
4 If heaven be thus so glorious, Lord,
Why should I stay from thence? What folly's this that I should dread
To die and go from hence!
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
6 Jesus, my Lord to glory's gone,
Him will I go and sce;
Will soon come after me.
7 My friends I bid you all adieu,
I leave you in God's care, And if I never more see you, Go on, l'll meet you there.
8 When we've been there ten thousand
years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Thair when we first begun.
HYMN 2.-P. M.
Methinks I see a bloody cross,
Gasping in dying pangs.
2 Surpris'd the spectacle to see,
I ask'd who can this victim be