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4 Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
But foll’wers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life;
There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.
743. (513.) C. M.
With all your feeble light,
Pale empress of the night! 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd! My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.
Of my divine abode,
Where I shall reign with God.
Shall there his beains display;
With that unvary'd day.
Shall swell into mine eyes;
Amidst those brighter skies.
Shall in one song unite,
744. (515.) C. M.
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Which God on Sinai spoke: % But we are oome to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
And spread his love abroad. $ Behold th’ innumerable host
Of angels, cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn’d to sight! 4 Behold the blest assembly there,
Whose names are writ' in heav'n! And God, the Judge of all, declare
Their num'rous sing forgiv'n. 5 In such socicty as this
My weary soul would rest!
.(516.) C. M. 745.
Anticipation of Heaven. 1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart
Inspite each lifeless tongue;
Their influence to our song.
And discord there shall cease;
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
4 There on a throne, how dazzling bright,
Th’exalted Saviour shines, And beams ineffable delight
On all the heav'nly minds.
Join in immortal songs,
Employ their tuneful tongues.
Our feeble notes inspire;
L. M. 7.16.
Saints' employ in Heaven.
Rev. vii. 9-17. 1 EXALTED high at God's right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand; With glory crown'd, in white array,
My wond'ring soul says, “Who are they?" 2 These are the saints, belov'd of God
Wash'd are their robes in Jesus blood;
They shine in uncreated light.
Their glories great, and all divine;
In God they dwell, and on him rest. $ Unknown to mortal ears they sing
The sacred glories of their king;
subject of their lays,
6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme;
They sing the wonders of his name;
Dominion and eternal praise.
(520.) L. M. 1
this world's joys and senseless mirth, O come, my soul! in haste retire; Assume the grandeur of thy birth,
And to thy native heav'n aspire, 2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee blest,
Can ev'ry wish and want supply; Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest,
Åre all above the lofty sky. 3 Eternal mansions! bright array!
O blest exchange! transporting thought! Free from th' approaches of decay,
Or the least shadow of a spot. 4 There shall mortality no more
Its wide extended empire boast; Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r,
In life's unbounded ocean lost. 5 There dwells the sov'reign Lord of all,
The God that all the worlds adore; With whom is bliss that cannot pall, And joys that last for ever more.
P. M. 748.
Fleaven. John xiv. 2. 1 HIGH in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptur'd saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love! 2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torting pain, and
3 But these days of weeping o'er,
Past this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more,
Never-never weep again!
4 'Mid tne chorus of the skies,
'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark—their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
6 Happy Spirits! ye are fled,
Where no grief can entrance find,
Sooth'd the anguish of the mind! 6 Ev'ry tear is wip'd away,
Sighs no more shall heave the breast Night is lost in endless day,
Sorrow-in eternal rest?
L. M. 749.
Longing for Glory.
gone: The righteous branch of Jesse's stem, 'Tis he I've fix'd my heart upon, Fain would I climb above the skies, To see the beauties of his face; My faith would into vision rise,
And hope would cease in his embrace 3 I languish with extreme desire,
The object of my love to see;