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The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo! by reflection they shine; With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine. 5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward: In Jesus in heaven they live;
They reign in the smiles of their Lord. The flame of angelical love
Is kindled at Jesus's face:
Hymn 298." P. M. There the accary be at rest. Job iii. 17. 1 LESSING, lionour, thanks, and praise,
Thou in thine abundant grace, .
Givest us the victory :
Thou hast glorified thy Son ;
He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo, the pris'ner is releas'd,
Lighten'd of his fleshy load;
He is gather'd unto God.
All bis warfare now is o'er :
Grief and suff'rings are no more,
3 Yes the Christian's course is run,
Ended in the glorious strife: Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallow'd up in life;
Far from earth the spirit flies:
IN we then with one accord,
In the new, the joyful song :
We shall not continue long;
We a better lot shall share,
Meet our happy brother there. 2 Let the world bewail their dead,
Fondly of their loss complain;
Death to thee, to us, is gain.
Let the unbelievers mours :
Hymn 300. C. M. We.have a building of God, a house not onade with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Cor. v. 1 1 WE know, by faith we know,
If this vile house of clays.
This tabernacle sink below,
In ruinous decay,
Not made with mortal hands;
The heavenly fabric stands. 3 O were we enter'd there!
To perfect bliss restor'd!
The triumph of our Lord! 4 Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife, And liasti-n to be swallow'd Of everlasting life.
Hymn 301. S. M. Whilst we are at home in the body, we are ab
sent from the Lord. 2 Cor. v. 6. 1
And languish to return. 2 Jesus, regard our vows,
And change our faith to sight;
Of everlasting light! 3 O let us put on Thee!
In perfect holiness;
4 Thy grace with glory crown,
Who hast the earnest given ;
Hymn 302. P. M. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord,
from henceforth. Rev. xiv. 13. 1 HAR
ARK! a voice divides the sky;
Happy are the faithful dead! In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed : Them the Spirit hath declar'd,
Blest, unutterably blest: Jesus is their great reward,
Jesus is their endless rest.
Where their Head is gone before!
Grace hath open'd mercy's door: 'Justified through faith alone,
Here they know their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down, Hallow'd and made meet for heaven.
Hymn 303. P. M. Even so, come, Lord Jesus. Rev. xxii. 20. 1 THE Church in her militant state,
The saints in an agony wait,
To see him again in the air!.
The Spirit invites in the bride,
Her heavenly Lord to descend;
In glory that never shall end.
2 The news of his coming I hear,
And join in the catholic cry;
Appear on the clouds of the sky!
In fulness of majesty come;
And take to thy heavenly home!
Hymn 304. C. M.
Horai the pious dead;
That they may rest froin their labours, and
their works do follow them. Rev, xiv. 13. 1 EAR what the voice from heaven pro
[claims, Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are!
And freed from every snare.
Now present with the Lord;
End in a large reward.