_Jerusalem!_ my happy home! Name ever dear to me; When shall my labours 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? _Dickson._ JESUS. And thou shalt call his name JESUS; for he shall save his people from their sins.--Matthew, i. 21. But we see JESUS, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every man.--Hebrews, ii. 9. Whosoever shall confess that JESUS is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.--I. John, iv. 15. To Thee, O _Jesu_, I direct my eyes, To Thee my hands, to Thee my humble knees; To Thee my heart shall offer sacrifice, To Thee my thoughts, who my thoughts only sees; To Thee myself, myself and all I give, To Thee I die, to Thee I only live. _Sir Walter Raleigh._ _Jesus_, I love Thy charming name, ’Tis music in my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven should hear. Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust. All my capacious powers can wish, In Thee doth richly meet: Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet, Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care. I’ll speak the honours of Thy name With my last labouring breath; Then, speechless, clasp Thee in my arms, The antidote of death. _Doddridge._ O God, of good the unfathomed sea! Who would not give his heart to Thee? Who would not love Thee with his might? O _Jesu_, Lover of mankind! Who would not his whole soul and mind, With all his strength, to Thee unite; Hell’s armies tremble at Thy nod, And, trembling, own th’ Almighty God, Sovereign of earth, hell, air, and sky: But who is this that comes from far, Whose garments roll’d in blood appear? ’Tis God made man, for man to die. _Wesley._ Weary souls that wander wide, From the central point of bliss, Turn to _Jesus_ crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of His, Sink into the purple flood--rise into the life of God. _Wesley._ _Jesus_ shall reign where’er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, ’Till moons shall wax and wane no more. _Watts._