3 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To thee and thy great name; A zealous, just concern For thine immortal praise; A pure desire that all may learn And glorify thy grace. 417. S. M. Watts. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place! Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less. 3 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 418. S. M. Miss Fletcher. Where is Heaven? 1 Our heaven is everywhere, If we but love the Lord, Unswerving tread the narrow way, And ever shun the broad. 2 'T is where the trusting heart Bows meekly to its grief, Still looking up with earnest faith For comfort and relief. 3 Where guileless infancy In happiness doth dwell, And where the aged one can say "He hath done all things well." 4 Wherever truth abides Sweet peace is ever there; If we but love and serve the Lord, Our heaven is everywhere. 419. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. Heaven Here. 1 Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness Cheer the true believer's way, In this world where sin and sadness Often change to night our day. 2 Heaven is here; where misery lightened Of its heavy load is seen, Where the face of sorrow brightened By the deed of love hath been: 3 Where the bound, the poor, despairing Are set free, supplied and blest; Where, in others' anguish sharing, We can find our surest rest. 4 Where we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise, or rod; This is heaven,--its peace, its beauty, Radiant with the smile of God. 420. L. M. 6l. Mrs. Case. God's Kingdom Here. 1 Oh, where, our Saviour! sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom's holy reign? Is it where northern meteors shine Or gilds the cross the southern main? Where breaks the dawn o'er spicy lands? Or twilight sleeps on desert sands? 2 Is it where sunny skies grow dim With smoke of heathen sacrifice? Or where, in costly domes, the hymn Is taught on incense clouds to rise? Nay, nay, thy blessed word has shown Thy kingdom is the heart alone!