4 When called to meet our glorious Head,
That perfect love shall banish dread,
Which now our soul sustains ;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We'll raise our voice, and boldly say,
Grace-Grace triumphant reigns.
OW bright those glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their bright array ?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?
2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light;
And in the blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love amidst
The glories of the sky.
4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every mouth to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad Hosannas ring.
5 The Lamb who dwells amidst the throne
Shall over them preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
6 'Midst pastures green He'll lead His flock
Where living streams appear,
And God, the Lord, from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.
H! for the robes of whiteness!
Oh! for the tearless eyes!
Oh! for the glorious brightness
Of the unclouded skies!
2 Oh! for the no more weeping,
Within the land of love,
The endless joy of keeping
The bridal feast above!
3 Oh! for the hour of seeing
My Saviour face to face;
The hope of ever being
In that blest meeting place.
4 Jesus! Thou King of Glory,
I soon shall dwell with Thee,
I soon shall sing the story
Of Thy great love to me.
5 Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter
E'en now before Thy throne,
That all my love may centre
On Thee, and Thee alone..
IS the Church triumphant singing,
Worthy the Lamb;
Heaven throughout with praises ringing,
Thrones and powers before Him bending,
Odours sweet with voice ascending
Swell the chorus never ending,
Worthy the Lamb.
2 Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
Worthy the Lamb,
Join to sing the great salvation,
Worthy the Lamb.
Loud as mighty thunders roaring,
Floods of mighty waters pouring,
Prostrate at His feet adoring:
Worthy the Lamb,
3 Harps and songs for ever sounding,
Worthy the Lamb;
Mighty grace o'er sin abounding,
Worthy the Lamb.
His blood He dearly bought us;
Wandering from the fold He sought us,
And to glory safely brought us :
Worthy the Lamb!
4 Sing with blest anticipation,
Worthy the Lamb;
Through the vale of tribulation,
Worthy the Lamb.
Sweetest notes, all notes excelling,
On the theme for ever dwelling,
Still untold, though ever telling:
Worthy the Lamb!
HAT is earth, with all its treasures,
To the joy the Gospel brings?
Well may we resign its pleasures;
Jesus gives us better things;
All His people
Draw from heaven's eternal springs.
2 But if here we taste of pleasure,
What will heaven itself afford?
There our joy will know no measure;
There we shall behold our Lord;
There His people
Shall obtain their bright reward.
3 Fly, ye seasons! fly still faster;
Swiftly bring the glorious day;
Jesus! come, our Lord and Master!
Come from heaven without delay;
Take Thy people,
Take, oh! take us hence away!
WHAT tongue can tell, what fancy paint
The joys that fill the enraptured saint,
When mixed with heaven's triumphant throng,
He shares their bliss, and swells their song!
2 He feels no pain, he fears no want,
His portion all that God can grant;
To see the Saviour as He is,
To dwell in heaven with Him and His.
3 His love so cold, so mixed before,
In heaven is cold and mixed no more;
It gains the region whence it came,
And lives a pure eternal flame.
4 Oh! may we reach that blest abode,
Where saints obtain their rest in God!
For this, let every conflict here
As nothing in our sight appear.
GOD IN HIS RELATION TO MAN.
HOW wondrous are the works of God,
Displayed through all the world abroad!
Immensely great, immensely small!
Yet one strange work exceeds them all.
2 He rolled the seas, and spread the skies,
Made valleys sink and mountains rise;
The meadows clothed with native green,
And bade the rivers glide between.
3 But what are seas, or skies, or hills,
Or verdant vales, or gliding rills,
To wonders man was born to prove,
The wonders of redeeming love?
4 Blest with this faith, then let us raise
The heart in love, the voice in praise
All things to its must work for good,
For whom the Lord hath shed His blood.
5 Trials may press of every sort:
They may be sore, they must be short;
We now believe, but soon shall view
The greatest glories God can show.
1 [F God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found!
2 Here on the hills He feeds His herds,
His flocks on yonder plains;
His praise is warbled by the birds-
Oh! could we catch their strains!
3 In every stream His bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
In each refreshing breeze that blows,
He gives us life and health.
4 His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,
That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.
5 If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found!
1 I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
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