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4 Jesus hath led the wondrous way

To realms of everlasting day,
Where joy's full flood, a boundless store,
At God's right hand flows evermore.

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1 W HAT sinners value, I resign;

W Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I shall behold Thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life's a dream, an empty show;

But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere,

When shall I wake, and find me there? 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode !

I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control

The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

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1 W HEN, rising from the bed of death,

V O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear ?

2 If yet while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;
3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear?
4 But Thou hast told the troubled soul,

Which doth its sins lament,
That the Redeemer's Cross and Blood

Shall endless woe prevent.
5 Then why, my soul, shouldst thou despair

Full pardon to procure,
Since Christ, the Lord of glory, died,

To make that pardon sure.


s. M. 1 THOU Judge of quick and dead,

I Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,

We all shall soon appear:
2 Do Thou our souls prepare

For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,

And stir us up to pray:
3 To pray, and wait the hour,

That awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty and power,

Thou shalt from heaven come down.

4 O may we all be found

Obedient to Thy word,
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,

And looking for the Lord !
5 O may we thus ensure

A lot amongst the blest,
And watch a moment, to secure

An everlasting rest!

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1 (REAT God, what do I see and hear ?

U The end of things created !
The Judge of mankind doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated !
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead, which they contained before ;

Prepare, my soul, to meet Him !
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,

At the last trumpet sounding ;
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,

With joy their Lord surrounding :
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him !
3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,

Behold His wrath prevailing ;
For they shall rise, and find their tears

And sighs are unavailing :
The day of grace is past and gone ;
Trembling, they stand before the throne,

All unprepared to meet Him !

4 Great God, what do I see and hear?

The end of things created ?
The Judge of mankind doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated !
Low at His Cross I view the day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,

And thus prepare to meet Him !


C. M. 1 T ET saints below in concert sing

I With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,

In earth and heaven, 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 :
Part of the host have crossed the flood,

And part are crossing now.
4 Lord Jesus, be our constant Guide ;

Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,

And land us safe in heaven. 160

C. M. 1 SING we the song of those who stand

D Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,

A multitude unknown.

2 Toil, trial, suffering, still await

On earth the pilgrim throng ;
Yet learn we, in our low estate,

The Church-triumphant's song.
3 “ Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain ! ”

Cry the redeemed above,
“ Blessing and honour to obtain,

And everlasting love."
4 - Worthy the Lamb!” on earth we sing,

6. Who died our souls to save : Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting?

Thy victory, O Grave ?”
5 Then hallelujah, power, and praise,

To God in Christ be given :
May all, who now this anthem raise,

Renew the strain in heaven !

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1 TO! round the throne, at God's right hand,

The saints in countless myriads stand !
Of every tongue, redeemed to God,

Arrayed in garments washed in blood. 2 Through tribulation great they came;

They bore the Cross, despised the shame:
From all their labours now they rest,

In God's eternal glory blest.
3 Hunger and thirst they feel no more;

Nor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore;
The tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow yields to endless joy.

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