re storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear--'tis heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart no longer riven,--
And views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

558. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Society of Heaven.

1 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.

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.
Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

559. S. M. Mrs. Steele.

Heaven.

1 Far from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

3 There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.

4 O may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

560. L. M. Anonymous.

The World to Come.

1 There is a world we have not seen,
That wasting time can ne'er destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,
Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy.

2 That world to come! and O how blest!--
Fairer than prophets ever told;
And never did an angel-guest
One half its blessedness unfo