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Beware what earth calls happiness; bewareAll joys, but joys that never can expire.

O rest of rests! O peace serene, eternal!Thou ever livest, and Thou changest never!And in the secret of Thy presence dwellethFullness of joy, forever and forever.

When this passing world is done,When has sunk yon, glowing sun,When we stand with Christ in glory,Looking o'er life's finished story,Then, Lord, shall I fully know—Not till then how much I owe.

No more fatigue, no more distress,Nor sin nor death shall reach the place;No groans shall mingle with the songsThat warble from immortal tongues.

"A little while," and the loadShall drop at the pilgrim's feet,Where the steep and thorny roadDoth merge in the golden street.

No aching hearts are there,No tear-dimmed eye, no form by sickness wasted,No cheek grown pale through penury or care,No spirits crushed beneath the woes they bear,No sighs for bliss untasted.

There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,And joys supreme are given;There rays Divine disperse the gloom;Beyond the confines of the tombAppears the dawn of heaven.

Thither my weak and weary steps are tending;Saviour and Lord! with Thy frail child abide;Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings endedI there shall see Thee, and be satisfied.

Oh, heaven without my SaviourWould be no heaven to me;Dim were the walls of jasper—Rayless the crystal sea.He gilds earth's darkest valleysWith light and joy and peace;What then must be the radianceWhen night and death shall cease?

Jerusalem! my happy home!My soul still pants for thee.Then shall my labors have an end,When I thy joys shall see.

Beyond! beyond! oh, blest beyond!Oh, heaven, eternal, peaceful, free!Oh, home on high! I haste from bondsTo find God's boundless rest in thee;And saints beyondShall crowd thy gates to welcome me.

I shall know the loved who have gone before,And joyfully sweet will the meeting be,When over the river, the peaceful river,The angel of death shall carry me.

Soon shall we meet again,Meet ne'er to sever;Soon shall peace wreathe her chainRound us forever;Our hearts will then reposeSecure from worldly woesOur songs of praise shall closeNever—no, never!

Beyond the smiling and the weeping,I shall be soon;Beyond the waking and the sleeping,Beyond the sowing and the reaping,I shall be soon!Love, rest, and home—Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come!

Heaven is my Fatherland,Heaven is my home.

Rejoice, oh! grieving heart,The hours fly past;With each some sorrow dies,With each some shadow flies,Until at lastThe red dawn in the eastBids weary night depart,And pain is past.

When the day of toil is done,When the race of life is run,Father, grant Thy wearied oneRest for evermore!When the heart by sorrow triedFeels at length its throbs subside,Bring us, where all tears are dried,Joy for evermore!

Millions of spiritual beings walk the earth unseen,Both when we wake, and when we sleep.

Hands of invisible spirits touch the stringsOf that mysterious instrument, the soul,And play the prelude of our fate.

The mind is its own place, and in itselfCan make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Make us eternal truths receive,And practice all that we believe;Give us Thyself that we may seeThe Father and the Son by Thee.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

Oh, now to all mankind"Let there be light!"

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine,My life and death attend;Thy presence through my journey shine,And crown my journey's end.

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore;What future bliss He gives not thee to know,But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

Daughter of Faith, awake, arise, illumeThe dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope,That star on life's tremulous ocean.

Humility, that low, sweet root,From which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Teach me, Lord, my true condition;Bring me childlike to Thy knee;Stripped of every low ambition,Willing to be led by Thee.

"O pity, great Father of light," then I cried,"Thy creature who fain would not wander from Thee!Lo, humbled in dust, I relinquish my pride;From doubt and from darkness Thou only canst free."

"He that is down, needs fear no fall;He that is low, no pride;He that is humble ever shallHave God to be his guide."

Make me like a little child,Simple, teachable, and mild;Seeing only in Thy light;Walking only in Thy might!

In sermon style he bought,And sold, and lied; and salutations madeIn Scripture terms. He prayed by quantity,And with his repetitions long and loud,All knees were weary.