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 unfold. 3 It is all holy and serene,-- The land of glory and repose; And there, to dim the radiant scene, No tear of sorrow ever flows. 4 It is not fanned by summer gale; 'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers; It never needs the moon-beam pale, For there are known no evening hours. 5 There forms unseen by mortal eye, Too glorious for our sight to bear, Are walking with their God on high, And waiting our arrival there. 561. C. M. H. Ballou. Heavenly Zion. 1 Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore, A pure and countless band, Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er, In glorious order stand. 2 From earth's remotest bounds they came, From tribulations great, And, through the victories of the Lamb, Have reached the heavenly state. 3 Hunger and thirst they know no more, From burning heats refreshed; The Lamb shall feed them from his store, And give them endless rest. 4 God all their tears shall wipe away, And they his wonders tell, While in his temple they shall stay, And God with them shall dwell. 562. 7s. M. Raffles. The Saints in Glory. 1 High, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love. 2 Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find, Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind. 3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid the angelic lyres above Hark! their songs melodious rise,-- Songs of praise to Jesus' love.