O Paradise! O Paradise!
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
We long to sin no more,
We long to be as pure on earth,
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
We long to see above
The mansions that our dearest Lord
Prepares for those that love;
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
'Tis weary waiting here;
We long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near:
Where loyal hearts and true,
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight. Amen.
SAINTS' DAYS.
THE Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar!
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears His cross below,
He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
A glorious band, the chosen few,
Ön whom the Spirit came;
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven,
Through peril, toil, and pain:
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train!
OW bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array ?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?
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.
Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amid
The glories of the sky.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray,
God is their Sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb that dwells amidst the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mid pastures green He'll lead His flock, Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.
WHAT, if we are Christ's,
Is earthly shame or loss?
Bright shall the crown of glory be
When we have borne the cross.
Keen was the trial once,
Bitter the cup of woe,
When martyred saints, baptized in blood,
Christ's sufferings shared below.
Bright is their glory now,
Boundless their joy above,
Where on the bosom of their God
They rest in perfect love.
Lord, may that grace be ours,
Like them in faith to bear
All that of sorrow, grief, or pain
May be our portion here:
Enough if Thou at last
The word of blessing give,
And let us rest beneath Thy feet,
Where saints and angels live.
All glory, Lord, to Thee,
Whom heaven and earth adore;
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God for evermore.
HAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Singing one triumphant song?
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."
These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with His eternal Name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed:
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispels all fear,
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tear.
OR all Thy saints, O Lord,
strove in Thee to live,
Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored,
Our grateful hymn receive.
For all Thy Saints, O Lord,
Accept our thankful
Who counted Thee their great reward,
And strove in Thee to die.
They all, in life and death,
With Thee their Lord in view,
Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do.
For this Thy Name we bless,
And humbly beg that we
May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in Thee.
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