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4 They see their Saviour face to face,
And sing the triumphs of His grace;
Him day and night they ceaseless praise,
To Him their loud hosannas raise.

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AR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

3 The King eternal there displays
His beams of wondrous grace;
His happy subjects sing His praise,
And bow before His face.

4 O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above!

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
T is a lan in of punt reign

Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

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3 O could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

4 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

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Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!

When shall my labours have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

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2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls, And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

4 Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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Rise to adore the mystery of love,

Which hosts of angels chanted from above;
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God Incarnate, and the Virgin's Son.
2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard the angelic herald's voice, “Behold,
I bring glad tidings of a Saviour's birth
Το you and all the nations upon earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised word,
This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord."

3 O may we keep and ponder in our mind
God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind :
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From His poor manger to the bitter Cross:
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace,
Till man's first heavenly state again takes place.
4 Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphant song:
He who was born upon this joyful day,
Around us all His glory shall display;
Saved by His love, unceasing we shall sing
Eternal praise to heaven's Almighty King.

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1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth;
Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night;
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the Infant-light!
Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

4 Saints, before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord descending,
In His temple shall appear;
Come and worship,

Worship Christ, the new-born King.

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Epiphany.

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AIL, Thou Source of every blessing,
Sovereign Father of mankind!
Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing,
In Thy courts admission find:
Gratefully we bend before Thee;

In Thy Church obtain a place;
Now, by faith, behold Thy glory,

Praise Thy Name, and sing Thy grace.

2 Hail, Thou ever-blessed Saviour!
Gentiles now their offerings bring;
In Thy temple seek Thy favour;
Worship Thee, their Lord and King.
May we, body, soul, and spirit,
Live devoted to Thy praise;
Glorious realms of bliss inherit,
Grateful anthems ever raise.

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Lent.

ORD, in this Thy merey's day,
Ere it wholly pass away,

On our knees we fall and pray.

2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.

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