3. Jesus yieldeth up his spirit,
Lo, he bows his head and dies;
From his death we life inherit,
Hence our happiness takes rise:
We now glory:||:
Only in his sacrifice.

4. Jesus' body once interred,
Sanctifies his brethren's rest,
And the place which keeps their
bodies,
(guest,
Since earth lodg'd that heavenly
Now is hallow'd; :||:
We lie down in hope most blest.
5. Our Redeemer rose victorious,
O what joy doth this afford!
Lasting bliss awaits us yonder,
Rais'd to glory, like our Lord:
Blessed Saviour, :||:
Ever be by us ador'd."

6. Conquering Lord, to heaven ascended

To prepare for us a place, (merit;
Pleading thine own blood and
Here our faith rests on thy grace,
There in glory :||:

We shall see thee face to face.
7. Jesus, at thy blest appearing,
Freed from weakness, grief, and
We, restored to thy likeness, (pain,
Then shall join thy happy train:
Make us ready, :||:
Lord, thy glory to obtain.

976.*

Gregor.

T. 71.

WHAT shall I feel, when I
The glorious choirs espy
In bliss unceasing;
Already in my heart
Rays from bright Salem dart,
With hopes most pleasing.
2. I hear the enraptur'd song
Rais'd by the blessed throng

Of the redeemed:
Seated upon the throne,
The Lamb once slain alone
Is worthy deemed.

3. Rejoice, my soul, thou soon, When here thy race is run, Shalt have the favour

To go and join the blest, And there at home to rest With Christ thy Saviour. 4. Then shall our woe and grief Find a most sure relief

In joys unbounded; Triumphant songs shall be To the blest Trinity

5.

For ever sounded.

How blest when we can say, All else is fled away,

And love prevaileth; No longer faith and hope We need to bear us up,

Love never faileth.

6. See, how the victors go
In raiment white as snow,
With glory crowned:
He grants to them thro' grace
Around his throne a place,

On whom death frowned.

7. The Bridegroom now appears,
He wipes off all our tears,
And ends all sadness;
To him I had resign'd
Myself, and now am join'd

In perfect gladness.

8. O Lord, grant my request,
To be in heaven at rest,
When 'tis thy pleasure;
Then to eternity
I ne'er shall parted be

From thee, my treasure.

9. At thy thro'-pierced feet I'll humbly take my seat,

There's heaven's enjoyment: To give thee thanks and praise, For all thy love and grace, Be my employment.

10. While here, I live by faith, Relying on thy death,

For thou 'rt my Saviour;
There I shall sweetly rest,
Reclining on thy breast,
In peace for ever.

977.

Gregor & Z.

Proves unto me a sweet and
strengthening consolation:
My pardon's sealed with thy blood,
My Lord, my God.

2. The time will come,
When endless consolation
Will be their lot, who wait for
Christ's salvation:

"I am redeem'd,"
Saith a believing heart;

"Ev'n here the Lord, whose mercy never endeth,

Wipes oft my tears away, and all
my steps attendeth;
The time to be with him at home
At last will come."

3. Come soon, O come,

Ye hours, wherein for ever

With hosts of saints I too shall have

To see my Lord:

(the favour

MY Lord and God! Who hast for me atoned, And in death's agony for me hast weep for joy, (groaned; And raise my feeble song; (tation For both in life and death this medi

O EXALT and praise the Lord,
Laud his name for evermore,
Gratefully with one accord,
With the angels him adore;
Thank him for the faithfulness
Wherewith he his witnesses,
Who in heaven are perfected,
Thro' great tribulation led.

2. Here by Jesus' precious blood
Cleans'd from sin and render'd
They, as ministers of God, (chaste,
Him by word and deed confess'd;
In their Lord's reproach a share,
Hated by the world, they bare,
Now they, with the angelic train,
raise the Lamb for sinners slain.

3. They, with patience having run
Their appointed race, in hope,
Have the crown of glory won,
Won the prize for them laid up;
Now they stand before his face,
Trophies of redeeming grace,
Pillars in his house approv'd,
Never thence to be remov'd.

4. In fine, spotless linen dress'd,
Palms of victory they bear,
By no sorrows now oppress'd,
Unmolested now by care,
Free from hunger, thirst, and heat,
They, possessing joys complete,
Unto living fountains led,

By the Lamb himself are fed.

5. Since we likewise may attain
To this happiness thro' grace,
And, by following Jesus, gain
With the saints in heaven a place;
May we tread the narrow path,
Not unfruitful in the faith,
And unto the end endure,
Making our election sure.

6. May we always have in view
The example of our Lord,
Faithfully his steps pursue,
Giving heed unto his word;
In our bodies while we've breath,
May we bear about his death,
That his life may even here
In our mortal flesh appear.

7. Let us call to mind with joy
Those who have before us gone,
Who obtain'd the victory
Thro' the blood of Christ alone;
That we all may zealously
Imitate their constancy,
Till we too the prize receive,
And with them in glory live.

Bohemian Brethren.

983.

WHAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song:
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."
2. These through fiery trials trod,
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's
might,

More than conquerors they stand.
3. Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fears,
And for ever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.
J. Montgomery.
984.
T. 14.
HOW bright these glorious spirits

shine!

The glories of the sky.

4. His presence fills each heart with Tunes every voice to sing; (joy, By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad Hosannahs ring.

5. Hunger and thirst are felt no

more,

Nor suns with scorching ray; God is their sun; whose cheering beams

Diffuse eternal day.

6. The Lamb who dwells amidst the throne

Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 7. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,

Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. Christian Psalmist.