2 Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of glory too:

Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know:

Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis conceal'd,

What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine,
And hast to me reveal'd.

3 I see Thy face, I hear thy voice,
I taste Thy richest love;

My soul doth leap; but, O for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove:

Then would I flee far hence away,

Leaving this world of sin :

Then would my Lord put forth His hand,
And kindly take me in.

297 REV. XXII. 4.-" They shall see His face;

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and His name shall be in their fore

heads."

WHAT a rapturous song,
When the glorified throng,
In the spirit of harmony join!
Join all the glad choirs,
Hearts, voices, and lyres,
And the burden is mercy divine.

Hallelujah! they cry,

To the King of the sky,

To the great everlasting I AM!
To the Lamb that was slain,
And liveth again,-

Hallelujah to God and the Lamb!

3 The Lamb on the throne,

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Lo, He dwells with His own,
And to rivers of pleasure He leads,-
With His mercy's full blaze,
With the sight of His face,
Our beatified spirits He feeds.

Our foreheads proclaim
His ineffable name,

Our bodies His glory display;

A day without night,

We feast in His sight,

And eternity seems as a day!

298 REV. XXII. 20.-" Surely I come quickly."

1 HOPE of our hearts! O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious Star of day!

Shine forth and chase the dreary night,
With all our tears, away.

2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee:
O, leave the Father's throne;
Come with a shout of victory, Lord,
And claim us as Thine own.

3 O, bid the bright archangel then
The trump of God prepare,

To call Thy saints, the quick, the dead,
To meet Thee in the air.

4 No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see;

Our eye is on the royal crown
Prepared for us and Thee.

5 But O, the thought of sharing, Lord,
Thy glorious throne above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in Thy love?

6 There, near Thy heart, upon Thy throne,
Thy ransom'd Bride shall see

What grace was in the bleeding Lamb
Who died to make her free.

299 REV. XXII. 20.-"Even so, come, Lord Jesus."

THE Church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;

And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,

And still, in weeds of widowhood,
She weeps a mourner yet.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

2 Saint after saint on earth

Has lived, and loved, and died,
And as they left us, one by one,
We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn,-
We laid them but to ripen there
Till the last glorious morn.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come !

3 The serpent's brood increase,
The powers of hell grow hold,
The conflict thickens, faith is low
And love is waxing cold.

How long, O Lord our God,
Holy, and true, and good,

Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering Church,
Her sighs, and tears, and blood!
Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

4 We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,

To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.
Should not the loving Bride

The absent Bridegroom mourn,
Should she not wear the weeds of grief
Until her Lord return?

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

5 The whole creation groans,
And waits to hear that voice
That shall restore her comeliness,
And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away

The curse, the sin, the stain,

And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.

Come then, Lord Jesus, come!

THE END.

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