Lord, when together here we meet,
And taste thy heavenly grace,
Thy joys are so divinely sweet,
We're loth to leave the place.
But, Father, since it is thy will
That we must part again,
O may thy gracious presence still
With every one remain.
O may we all in Christ be one,
Bound with the cords of love,
Till we, before thy glorious throne,
Shall meet with him above.
Through this day's life or death.
This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun
Thou know'st if best bestowed or not;
And let thy will be done.
To thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature's incense rise.
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
O thou, whose power the mountains There everlasting spring abides
formed,
And made the sea its bed;
Who set the raging waves their bound,
And all their caverns hid;
The mountains thy commands obey;
The seas thy power confess;
Thou dost their caverns deep survey,
And every dark recess.
O'er mountains of our sins, O Lord,
Wilt thou thy hand extend,
And to thy gracious, pardoning word,
Their lofty summits bend.
And over sin's wild raging sea,
May thy pure spirit move:
And cleansed may every feeling be
By thy redeeming love.
In darkest caverns of the heart
Wilt thou thy light display,
And to the mental eye impart
And never-withering flowers;
The dark, deep sea of death, divides
That heavenly land from ours.
Sweet fields beyond the darkling gloom,
In living green appear;
And light and life and glory, bloom
In that unfading sphere.
The land from Pisgah's top beheld,
Has long been waste and drear,
And Israel's sons are thence exiled,
In trembling and in fear.
But in the heavenly land sublime,
By sin nor woe defiled,
There cometh not the blight of time,
And none are thence exiled.
O there the stream of blessing flows
From love's eternal fount,
Which bursts whore light
wand'ring in the shades of night, And sunk in hopeless woe! 2. Thy gracious hand redeem'd the
O all ye lands, in God rejoice,
To him your thanks belong;
In strains of rapture, let each voice
Unite to raise the song.
O enter ye his courts with praise,
His love to all proclaim;
To God the song of triumph raise,
And laud his worthy name.
The Lord is good, supremely good,
His mercy ever sure;
His truth in ages past has stood,
And ever shall endure.
O all ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Redeemer sing!
Ye pilgrims, who his grace record,
Be joyful in your King.
His hand divine shall lead us on,
Through all the blissful road,
Until before the radiant throne,
We rest in his abode.
And when, arrayed in robes of peace,
Afar from all these scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight,
Unseen by mortal eyes.
Fair spirit-land!-could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!
No cloud those blissful regions know-
Realms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.
Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.
Great Shepherd of thy people, hear!
Thy spirit now display;
Assembled in the house of prayer,
O give us hearts to pray!
The veil that hides thee from our sight,
Do thou in grace remove;
Unveil to us thy saving light,
The glory of thy love.
Give us to fool
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