My heart is bounding onward,
Home to the land I love;
Its distant vales and fountains,
My wistful passions move.
Fain would my fainting spirit,
Its living freshness breathe,
And wearied steps find rest, in
Its hallowed shades beneath.
No soil of nature’s evil,
No touch of man’s rude hand,
Shall e’er disturb around us
That bright and happy land.
The charms that woo the senses,
Shall be as pure as fair,
For all while stealing o’er us,
Shall tell of Jesus there.
What light! when all its beaming
Shall own Him as its sun!
What music when its breathing
Shall bear His name along!
No change, no pause, its pleasures
Shall ever seek to know;
The draft that lulls our thirsting
But wakes our thirst anew.
LAW. —Prohibition, requirement, curse.
GOSPEL —Gift, grace, blessing.
SALVATION. —Deliverance wrought by divine power, bringing us out of one condition into another.