There is a joy for souls distressed,

A balm for every wounded breast'Tis found above-in heaven.

There is a soft, a downy bed,

'Tis fair as breath of even,

A couch for weary mortals spread,

Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose, in heaven!

There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven;

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,

Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heaven!

There faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly

And all serene in heaven!

There fragrant flowers, immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given:

There rays divine disperse the gloom:
Beyond the confines of the tomb,

Appears the dawn of heaven.

THE HEAVENLY SABBATH.

[Doddridge.

LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thine house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from the desert rise.

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ;
But there's a nobler rest above;

To that our laboring souls aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.

No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach that place;

No tears shall mingle with the songs

That warble from immortal tongues.

No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun—

But sacred, high, eternal noon.

O long expected day, begin;

Dawn on these realms of wo and sin
Fain would we leave this weary road

And sleep in death to rest with God.

THE HEAVENLY TEMPLE.

[Logan.

WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,

The house of God not made with hands,

A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears.

He who for men their surety stood, And pour'd on earth his precious blood, Pursues in heaven his mighty plan, The Saviour and the friend of man.

Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye;
Partaker of the human name,

He knows the frailty of our frame.

Our fellow-suff 'rer yet retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains,
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears, his agonies, and cries.

In every pang that rends the heart,
The Man of sorrows had a part;

He sympathizes with our grief,

And to the suff'rer sends relief

With boldness, therefore, at the throne

Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,

To help us in the evil hour.

THE DAY AFTER JUDGMENT.

[Montgomery.

THE days and years of time are fled,

Sun, moon, and stars have shone their last,

The earth and sea gave up their dead,

Then vanished at the archangel's blast:

All secret things have been revealed,
Judgment is' past, the sentence sealed,
And man to all eternity

What he is now henceforth must be,