TEN thousand times ten thousand, Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in. 2 What rush of hallelujahs And all its tribes were made! WOODLAND. C. M. 51. 3 Oh, then what raptured greetings That brimmed with tears of late, Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of thine elect, Then take thy power, and reign; Appear, Desire of nations Thine exiles long for homeShow in the heaven thy promised sign, Thou Prince and Saviour, come! Henry Alford. N. G. GOULD. The Homeland! oh, the Homeland! The land of souls free born! No gloomy night is known there, But aye the fade-less morn: I'm sighing for that coun ach - ing here; try, My heart is There is no pain in the Home-land To which I'm drawing near. 3 Oh, glorious hour! oh, blest abode! 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Isaac Watts. NOW LET our souls, on wings sublime, Draw back the parting vail, and see 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 3 Should aught beguile us on the road, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge! Thomas Gibbons. CHENANGO. L. M. D. Arr. by F. L. BROWN. Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day; Be-yond earth's weariness and pains, Thou hast a mansion 5 Dbg far a way, Where, for thine own, a rest remains. No sun there climbs the morning sky, There 1172 The Best that Bemaineth. Where, for thine own, a rest remains. O'er all shed everlasting light. 2 The bow of mercy spans the throne, 3 There, Lord, thy wayworn saints shall find The bliss for which they longed before; And holiest sympathies shall bind Thine own to thee for evermore. O Jesus, bring us to that rest, Ray Palmer. 1173 With Christ in Glory. OH, for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns. There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And with delightful worship own His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 2 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all the assemblies of the skies. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise. |