We'll gladly leave them all below.
A brighter object now enraptures—
In Christ alone we beauties see.
While endless ages are onward rolling,
This heavenly portion ours shall be.
4 Our earthly house is fast dissolving,
And mortal life will soon be o'er;
The cares within us now revolving
Will soon afflict our hearts no more.
But pure religion lasts forever;
In death our souls shall strengthened be. While endless ages are onward rolling, This heavenly portion ours shall be.
COME, ye that love the Lord indeed,
Who are from sin and bondage freed, Submit to all the ways of God,
And walk the narrow, happy road.
We're all united heart and hand,
Joined in one band completely:
We're marching through Immanuel's lan
Where the waters flow most sweetly.
2 Great tribulation you shall meet,
But soon shall walk the golden street.
Though hell may rage and vent its spite,
Yet Christ will save his heart's delight.
3 That happy day will soon appear,
When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear
Sound through the earth-yea, down to hell→→→
And call the nations, great and small.
Behold the world in burning flames,
The trumpet louder still proclaims.
The world must hear and know her doom;
The separation day is come.
5 Behold the righteous marching home,
And all the angels bid them come,
While Christ, the Judge, these words proclaims,
"Here come my saints, I own their names.
6 "Ye everlasting gates, fly wide,
Make ready to receive my bride;
Ye harps of heav'n, now sound aloud,
Here comes the purchase of my blood."
7 In grandeur see the royal line,
In glittering robes the sun outshine.
See saints and angels join in one,
And march in splendor to the throne.
8 They stand and wonder, and look on;
They join in one eternal song,
Their great Redeemer to admire,
While raptures set their souls on fire.
ROM all that's mortal, all that's vain,
And from this earthly clod,
Arise my soul, and strive to gain
Some fellowship with God.
2 Say, what is there below the sky,
Ör all the paths thou'st trod,
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys,
Like fellowship with God?
3 Not life, nor all the toys of art,
Nor pleasure's flowery road,
Can to my soul such bliss impart
As fellowship with God.
4 Not health nor friendship, here below,
Nor wealth, that golden load,
Can such delights and comforts show
As fellowship with God.
5 When I in love am made to bear
Affliction's needful rod,
Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear,
Through fellowship with God.
6 In fierce temptation's fiery blast,
And dark distraction's road,
I'm happy, if I can but taste
Some fellowship with God.
7 And when the icy arms of death
Shall chill my flowing blood,
With joy I'll yield my latest breath,
In fellowship with God.
$8 When I at last to heaven ascend,
And gain that blest abode,
There an eternity I'll spend
In fellowship with God.
AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone,
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Savior see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire.
Come, O my Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
LL hail the power of Jesus' name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race-
A remnant weak and small-
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty_ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
50 that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
And be the shout, "Hosanna!"
Re-echoed through the world;
Till every isle and nation,
Till every tribe and tongue,
Receive the great salvation,
And join the happy throng.
2 What, though th' embattled legions
Of earth and hell combine?
His arm throughout their regions,
Shall soon resplendent shine;
Ride on, O Lord, victorious!
Immanuel, Prince of Peace!
Thy triumph shall be glorious—
Thy empire shall increase.
3 Yes, thou shalt reign for ever,
O, Jesus, King of kings!
Thy light, thy love, thy favor,
Each ransomed captive sings:
The isles for thee are waiting,
The deserts learn thy praise;
The hills and valleys greeting,
The song responsive raise.
LL praise my Maker while I've breath,
my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers. My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
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