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See the glorious armies rising,
Heaven before them
P. M. 736. Judgment. Matt. xxiv. 32. xxv. 310:"LO
O, he comes, the King of glory,
With his chosen tribes to reign; Countless hosts of saints and angels Swell the mighty conqu’ror's train:
Now in triumph,
All the nations fill'd with dread:
“ Come to judgment,"
Thus address his faithful few;
Heaven is prepar'd for you:
“Go from me, ye cursed race,
Never more to see my face.
While thy wrath o'er sinners roll:
Be the refuge of my soul: Jesus, save me, Jesus save me, when the ligtito Blaze around from pole to pole.
Luke xiii. 28 1 PE th’ Eternal Judge descending
View him seated on his throne! Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doom
Trumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the cries he now is venting,
Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain;
With the marks of dying love;
Hope and sinners here must part,
Lost for ever,
1. HAPPINESS OF THE RIGUTLOUR.
(518.) C. M. 738.
The heavenly Canaan.
of pure delight,
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with’ring flow'rs: Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heav'nly land from ours: 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'din living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
To cross this narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise; And view the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb' where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er: Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
C. M. 739.
The everlasting Song. 1 EARTH has engrossid my love too long!
Tis time I lift mine eyes Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies. % There the blest man, my Saviour, sits;
The God! how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy mindsa
Circle the throne around;
With an immortal sound.
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string. 5 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue.
flere's joyful work for you. 6 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
My passions to the skies!
There I would fain have place, Among your thrones, or at your feet, So I might see his face.
C. M. 740. The Glory of Christ in Heaven.
THE delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beam
Of his o'erflowing grace!
Sit smiling on his brow,
At humble distance bow.
Through every heavenly street,
Submissive at his feet.
Whom we unseen adore;
Our hearts sliall love him more. 5 Lord, how our souls are all on fire
To see thy bless d abode,
6 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight
We long to leave our clay, And wish
thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.
L. M. 741.
View of Heaven. 1 WHEN faith beholds
the saints above, And hears their strains of Jesus' love, I fain would fly to join their lays,
And sing with them my Saviour's praise. 2 But can my soul such bliss obtain,
Whose guilt deserves eternal pain?
Throughout a vast eternity?
I'll praise him for the lowest place;
(510.) C. M. 742. The delights of heaven inconceivable. "Non eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
For those that love the Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come;
Allure and guide us home.
And all the region peace;