89. Flight of Time. 1 Time is winging us away To our eternal home; A journey to the tomb. Enclos'd in death's cold arms. 2 Time is winging us away To our eternal home; Rivers of salvation flow From his head, his hands,his side: Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 3 Him to know is life and peace, In his favor to abide : 92, "He beheld the city and wept over it." Jerusalem, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high, Thou favor'd home of God on earth; thou heaven below the sky! 2 Oh, hadst thou known thy day of grace; and flock'd beneath the wing 3 Thy day of grace is sunk in night; thy time of mercy spent; 4 Jerusalem, Jerusalem! the promised hour draws nigh, 93. The Heavenly City. 1 Jerusalem, my happy home! name ever dear to me; When shall my labors have an end, in joy and peace in thee? 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God! shall I thy courts ascend, 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there around my Saviour stand, 2 'Tis waen Deyond this vale of tears, 13 Hark! the glad shout of sacred joy A sainted spirit wings its way: And pure before the throne appears, In robes of bright, ethereal day. CHORUS. In choral numbers, loud and long: Th'angelic host their harps employ; And hallelujah's swell the song. 95. Triumph in Death. 1 Sweet is the scene where Christians Where holy souls retire to rest: [die, How mildly beams the closing eye! How gently heaves th' expiring [breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are So gently shuts the eye of day; [o'er; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing; O grave! where is thy vict'ry now, And where, O death, where is thy sting. 196. Reign of Christ on Earth. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journies run: His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, [more. Till moons shall wax and wane no 2 Blessings abound where'er he reigns: [chains; The pris'ner leaps to loose his The weary find eternal rest; And all the sons of want are blest. 3 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King: Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. |