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HYMN 1.-C. M. ·
ERUSALEM, my happy home,

O how I long for thee !
When will my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?

2 Thy walls are all of precious stone,

Most glorious to behold;
Tby gates are richly set with pearl,

Thy streets are pav'd with gold.

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks,

My study long have been;
Such dazzling views of human sight,

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;
And all my brethren here below,

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,
Where a prior victim hangs;
His flesh wjih rugged irons tore,
His limbs all dress'd in purple gore,

Gasping in dying pangs.

2 Surpris'd the spectacle to see,

I ask'd who can this victim be

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