6 For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.
1 There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above, in heaven.
2 There is home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.
3 There faith lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom;-
And joys supreme are given.
There rays divine disperse the gloom ;-
Beyond the confines of the tomb,
Appears the dawn of heaven.
1 Ir death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,
Or frown, my tears to see:
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress,
For them that rest in thee.
2 I feel a strong immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up,
Beneath its mountain load:
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,
I soon shall find my friend again,
Within the arms of God.
3 Pass a few fleeting moments more,
And death the blessing shall restore,
Which death has snatched away;
For me thou wilt the summons send,
And give me back my parted friend,
In that eternal day.
176. One Family in Heaven and on C. M.
1 THE saints on earth and those above,
But one communion make;
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of his grace partake.
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,
At his command we bow:
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
4 O God, be thou our constant guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
177. These are they that came out of C. M.
1 THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?
2 From torturing pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And they have washed their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach their Father, God,
And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.
4 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast:
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
5 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
All sorrow from their eyes.
1 As once the Saviour rose on high,
When murderers bore him to his doom,
So all that live and all that die
Shall break the dungeons of the tomb.
2 And when again he walks the skies,
When rolling clouds his path surround,
The nations of the dead shall rise
At the deep stirring trumpet's sound.
3 The Father of our erring race
Shall give the judgment to the Son,
And spread the books before his face,
Remembering all that they have done.
4 Then all, whose days were passed in sin,
Who turned from heaven with guilty heart,
When God would fain have led them in,
Shall hear the awful word, Depart.
5 But if I keep my God in view,
In all I think, and all I do;
Then, when my Saviour wakes the dead,
His own right hand shall crown my head.
1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see 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's 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 power 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 man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Saved through his cross, I hail the day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.
180. Love to the Church of God. S. M.
1 I LOVE thy Zion, Lord!
The house of thine abode;
The church, my blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.
2 I love thy church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
3 If e'er to bless her sons
My voice or hands deny,
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