10 I've wrestled on towards Heaven,
'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide ;
Now, like a weary traveller

That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,
I hail the glory dawning

From Immanuel's land.

II Deep waters cross'd life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now, these lie all behind me—
Oh! for a well-tun'd harp!
Oh! to join Hallelujah

With yon triumphant band,
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

12 With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye, the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love ;-
I'll bless the hand that guided,
I'll bless the heart that plann'd
When throned where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

13 Soon shall the cup of glory

Wash down earth's bitt'rest woes, Soon shall the desert briar

Break into Eden's rose;

The curse shall change to blessing-
The name on earth that's bann'd

Be graven on the white stone

In Immanuel's land.

14 I have borne scorn and hatred,
I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth's proud ones have reproach'd me
For Christ's thrice-blessed name :—
Where God's seals set the fairest

They've stampt their foulest brand,
But judgment shines like noon-day
In Immanuel's land.

15 They've summoned me before them,
But there I may not come,

My Lord says, "Come up hither,"
My Lord says "Welcome home!"
My kingly King, at His white throne,
My presence doth command,
Where glory-glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

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All things are ours,-how abundant the treasure!
Amid darkness and gloom, and by dangers surrounded
Amid life's wild commotion
Amid the scenes of grief and care
Around Bethesda's healing wave
As the sun's enlivening eye
As when a child, secure from harms
As when the weary traveller gains
Awake our souls, away our fears

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Because the Lord, my Saviour, has brought me from afar

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Depart, my child! the Lord thy spirit calls

Dost thou see yon fair bark, by the billows upborne

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Great All in All, Thou art my rest, my home
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah

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Hail to the Lord's anointed
Happy soul, who free from harms
Hark, a voice! it cries from Heaven
Hark! the Saviour's voice is speaking
Hark! what mean those holy voices
Hark! my soul! it is the Lord ...

Hark! a sweet sound salutes mine ear

Hast thou a hope of heaven?

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Hast thou heard the loud roar of the turbulent ocean?

He walks with God, who lives a life of faith...

He who hath all to give is ever near

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free
He that from dross would win the precious ore
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
Heavenly contentment, blessed state
Helpless and sinful, poor and weak

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"Himself hath done it ;"-how those words...
Hope on! hope on! let no sad thoughts prevail
How bright these glorious spirits shine

How often forgetting the crown

How weary and how worthless this life at times appears !
How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun ...