Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Triumphant in the skies. Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrow left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. 66 AND SUCH AN HIGH PRIEST BECAME US." WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, He who for men their surety stood, Though now ascended up on high, Our fellow-sufferer yet retains In every pang that rends the heart, And to the sufferer sends relief. With boldness, therefore, at the throne, Let us make all our sorrows known, And ask the aid of heavenly power To help us in the evil hour. 66 IT SHALL COME TO PASS IN THE LAST DAYS." BEHOLD, the mountain of the Lord On mountain tops above the hills, To this the joyful nations round, The beam that shines from Zion's hill, The king who reigns in Salem's towers, Among the nations He shall judge; No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, No longer hosts, encountering hosts, Come then, O house of Jacob! come To worship at his shrine, And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. |