Wesley Corpus

Rise, our permanent abode ; From the founded world prepared ; Purchased by the blood of God. * v Describing Heaven. 6 O might we quickly find The place for us designed ; See the long-expected day Of our full redemption here : Let the shadows flee away, Let the new-made world appear 7 High on thy great white throne, O King of Saints, come down ; Jn the New Jerusalem Now triumphantly descend ; Let the final trump proclaim Joys begun which ne'er shall end. HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot ! How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear ! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. His happiness in part is mine, Already saved from low design, From every creature-love ; Blest with the scorn of finite good, My soul is lighten 'd of its load, And seeks the things above. 3 The things eternal I pursue ; A happiness beyond the view Of those that basely pant For things by nature felt and seen ; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean, I neither have nor want. Describing Heaven. i ' 4 I have no babes to hold me here ; But children more securely dear For mine I humbly claim. Better than daughters or than sons, Temples divine of living stones, Inscribed with Jesu's name. 5 No foot of land do 1 possess, No cottage in this wilderness ; A poor wayfaring man, I lodge awhile in tents below ; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. 6 Nothing on earth I call my own ; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise ; I trample on their whole delight, And seek a country out of sight, A country in the skies. 7 There is my house and portion fair ; My treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home ; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come. 8 I come, -- thy servant, Lord, replies ; -- I come to meet thee in the skies, And claim my heavenly rest ! Now let the pilgrim's journey end : Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, Receive me to thy breast ! / ** Describing lltaveu. HYMN 69. 6-8's.