3 Triumphant smiles the victor brow,
Fanned by some angel's purple wing;
Where is, O Grave! thy victory now?
And where, insidious Death! thy sting?
4 Farewell, conflicting joys and fears,
Where light and shade alternate dwell!
How bright the unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell]
5 Its duty done,—as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"Sweet is the scene when Virtue dies."
1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
2 Life is real! life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
4 Lives of true men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of Time:
5 Footprints which, perhaps, another
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
6 Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
And though faint, yet still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
1 The Lord will come, and not be slow;
His footsteps cannot err:
Before him Righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
2 Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then;
And Justice, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.
3 Rise, Lord! judge Thou the earth in might; This longing earth redress;
For Thou art He who shall by right
The nations all possess.
4 The nations all whom Thou hast made Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before Thee, Lord,
And glorify Thy name.
5 For great Thou art, and wonders great
By Thy strong hand are done:
Thou, in Thy everlasting seat,
Remainest God alone.
The Lord will grace and glory give
To those who humbly seek His face;
We live for glory while we live,
And seek it in the paths of grace.
For grace is glory here begun,
And till the heavenly prize is won,
The Christian finds, through all his race,
That grace is glory, glory grace.
1 There was joy in Heaven!
There was joy in Heaven!
When this goodly world to frame
The Lord of might and mercy came:
Shouts of joy were heard on high,
And the stars sang from the sky.-
"Glory to God in Heaven!
2 There was joy in Heaven!
There was joy in Heaven!
When the billows, heaving dark,
Sank around the stranded Ark,
And the rainbow's watery span
Spake of mercy, hope to man,
And peace with God in Heaven!
3 There was joy in Heaven!
There was joy in Heaven!
When of love the midnight beam
Dawned on the towers of Bethlehem;
And along the echoing hill
Angels sang" On earth goodwill,
And glory in the Heaven!"
4 There is joy in Heaven!
There is joy in Heaven!
When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul, by grace subdued,
Sobs its prayer of gratitude,
Then is there joy in Heaven!
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,
To His command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
4 Lo! thousands to their endless home
Are swiftly borne away;
And we are to the margin come,
And soon must launch as they.
5 O God, in Jesus be our guide!
Then, when Thy word is given,
Shall death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in Heaven!
1 Our country is Emmanuel's land,
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise, And nought but sin our fears.
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