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Saintly maiden, godly matron,
Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing
To the Lord of all, are there.
3 Marching with thy cross, their banner,
They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation,
Thee, their Saviour and their King. Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered;
Gladly, Lord, with thee they died. And by death to life immortal
They were born and glorified.
4 Now they reign in heavenly glory,
Now they walk in golden light,
Holy bliss and infinite:
And all truth and knowledge see
Christopher Wordsworth, 1862
Eight 7's THO are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng, Round the altar, night and day,
Tuning their 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,
Sealed with his eternal Name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
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:
Perfect love dispels their fears,
James Montgomery, 1819, alt.
C.M. ET saints on earth in concert sing
With those whose work is done; For all the servants of our King
In heaven and earth are one.
2 One family, we dwell in him,
One Church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
3 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
And part are crossing now.
4 E'en now to their eternal home
There pass some spirits blest;
Waiting their call to rest.
5 Jesus, be thou our constant Guide;
Then, when the word is given,
Charles Wesley, 1759 300
Encompass us around!
But now with glory crowned.
2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired,
Strive in the Christian race;
Their holy footsteps trace.
3 Behold a Witness nobler still,
Who trod affliction's path; Jesus, the author, finisher,
Rewarder of our faith.
4 He, for the joy before him set,
And moved by pitying love,
And now he reigns above.
5 Thither, forgetting things behind,
Press we to God's right hand;
Scotch Paraphrase, 1745 301
C.M. LIVE me the wings of faith to rise The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to his death. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.
Isaac Watts, 1709
C.M.D. TOW bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array?
Of everlasting day?
Who came to realms of light:
Those robes which shine so bright.
Before the throne on high,
The glories of the sky.
Tunes every mouth to sing;
With glad hosannas ring.
3 The Lamb which reigns upon the throne
Shall o'er them still preside;
And all their footsteps guide. 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.
Isaac Watts, 1707, and William Cameron, 1781
Also the following 85 The Son of God goes forth to war 266 Ye watchers and ye holy ones
III. SACRAMENTS AND
To be sung with the appropriate doxology.
C.M. PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
And such, O Lord, am I.