1

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1835.

C.M.

Redeemed from among men.

REV. xiv. 4.

Within the veil, and see [joys,

The saints above, how great their
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them, whence their victory

came;

FROMall rise,

And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

soul and rise;

[skies: View thine inheritance beyond the Nor heart can think, nor mortal

tongue can tell, [mansions dwell: What endless pleasures in those There our Redeemer lives, all bright O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns and glorious, [victorious. 2 No gnawing grief, no sad, heartrending pain, [gain;

In that blest country can admission No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear, [falling tear: For God's own hand shall wipe the There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious, [victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns 3 Before the throne a crystal river glides, [sides: Immortal verdure decks its cheerful There the fair tree of life majestic [virtue bears: Its blooming head and sovereign There our Redeemer lives, all bright [victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns 4 No rising sun his needless beams displays,

rears

and glorious,

[rays;

No sickly moon emits her feeble The Godhead there celestial glory

sheds,

C.M.

1

stain;

Cleansed by the atoning blood,
All appear before their God.

3 These are they who have contended
For their Saviour's honour long;
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng:
Now they serve Him day and night,
And with them He dwells in light.

4 Hunger they no more for ever,

For the Lamb Himself shall feed; Thirst not,-unto life's own river, Them the Infinite shall lead : And the tears of earth's short day, God Himself shall wipe away. GEORGE RAWSON. 1857.

throne of God.-REV. xiv. 5. HAT countless crowd on Zion stands,

WE

From every land and tongue,

The palm branch waving in their hands,

The white robes round them flung?
These out of tribulation came,

The thorny crown they wore :
Believing, they confest His name
Whose cross they meekly bore.

3 In the Lamb's life-blood washed they Their robes of sin and woe, [white Now, round His glorious throne of light,

Purer they shine than snow. 4 Sinners no more, in Him complete, Their Saviour's love they sing! While angels, listening, learn to greet With loftier joys their King.

5 We mourn our sins; with faint desire

A faltering prayer we raise;
But sinners ransomed lead the choir
Of everlasting praise !

632

1

3

JOSEPH ANSTICE. 1836.

7s.

clothed with white robes, and palms

in their hands.-REV. vii. 9.

PALMS of glory, raiment bright,

Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Conquerors, priests, and kings are they.

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim, in joyful psalms, Victory through His cross alone. Round the altar, priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas their Saviour's righteousness, And His blood that made them so. 4 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, "Take the kingdom,--it is Thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords."

They are supremely blest, [know, Have done with sin, and care, and And with their Saviour rest. [woe,

635

1820.

1

ALLELUJAH! high and glo

1 HAL

rious,

Concert of the upper sky!
Hallelujah! Church victorious!
How ye lift the strain on high!
We poor exiles

Join not yet your melody.

2 Hallelujah! strains of gladness

Suit not always souls forlorn :
Hallelujah! sounds of sadness
Midst our joyous strains are
Pilgrims, strangers, [borne :
In the wilderness we mourn.

3 But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to Thee;
Grant us Thy complete salvation,
Make us all Thy joys to see:

Hallelujah!

Then our endless song shall be.

634

1

IN

BREVIARY OF XIII. CENTURY.

C.M.

Absent from the body. present with the Lord.-2 COR. v. 8.

vain our fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround the saints When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks. We scarce can say, "They're gone!" Before the willing spirit takes

Her station near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, To trace her heavenward flight; No eye can pierce within the veil Which hides the world of light.

2

3

4

JOHN NEWTON. 1779.

S.M.

Lift up your heads, for your redemption draweth nigh.-LUKE xxi. 28.

A FEW more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,

And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb.

A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests
And surges swell no more. [cease,

A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more.

A few more sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way,

And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal sabbath-day.

5 And there is worship in the sky,
And songs of loftiest cheer;
But how they sweep their harps on
It doth not yet appear.

[high

That once rude iron tore,

High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the saints adore.

His head, the dear majestic head,
Which cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!
This is the Man, the exalted Man,

Whom we unseen adore;
But, when our eyes behold His face,
Our hearts shall love Him more.
ISAAC WATTS. 1707.

8s.

The happy hour is near

When thou shalt pass the pearly

[wait;

ELIEL DAVIS. 1836.

Where it will all appear!

WE

2 COR. iv. 18.

E speak of the realms of the blest,

That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confest,But what will it be, to be there!

joys,

The glories of the place, [beams Where Jesus sheds the brightest Of His o'erflowing grace!

2 Sweet majesty and awful love

Sit smiling on His brow;
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

3 Princes, to His imperial name,

Bend their bright sceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice

To see Him wear the crown.

From sorrow, temptation, and care,From trials, without and within; But what must it be, to be there! 3 We speak of its service of love, Of robes which the glorified wear,The church of the first-born above; But what must it be, to be there!

4 Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,

For heaven our spirits prepare; And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is, to be there. ELIZABETH MILLS. 1829.

4 Come, let us join our souls to God,
In everlasting bands;
And seize the blessings He bestows,
With eager hearts and hands.

5 Come, let us seal, without delay,
The covenant of His grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Its memory efface.

640

1

HA

PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1755.

C.M.

Fellow-citizens with the saints.

EPH. ii. 19.

APPY the souls to Jesus joined, And saved by grace alone; Walking in all His ways, they find Their heaven on earth begun.

2 The church triumphant in Thy love,

Their mighty joys we know ; They sing the Lamb in hymns

And we in hymns below. [above,

3 Thee in Thy glorious realm they praise,

And bow before Thy throne! We in the kingdom of Thy grace,The kingdoms are but one.

4 The holy to the holiest leads;

From thence our spirits rise: And he that in Thy statute's treads, Shall meet Thee in the skies.

Make their communion sweet.

Thus when on Aaron's head They poured the rich perfume, The oil through all his raiment spread,

And fragrance filled the room.

EPH. ii. 19.

Thus on the heavenly hills