5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep: The fountain can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free, The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 180 On the death of an eminent Saint. ON P. M. N the everlasting mountains, Lo, the thirsty, longing soul Drinks, where from a thousand fountains, Endless joys in rivers roll. 2 Burst the captive from his prison, Glad to leave the realms of night; Glorious now the exile's risen To his home, his God, in light. 3" Christ, the strength of heav'nly warriors!" Shouts the victor spirit now; "Arm'd by thee I've storm'd the barriers ! Conquer'd is the haughty foe! 4 Now receive me to the city, Let me join the happy band; Me the object of thy pity! Crown me, crown me with thy hand!" 5 Hosts celestial, see it granted! Praise, in pealinga nthems praise! Christ the Lord gave all he wanted! 6 On the everlasting mountains, Lo! the sav'd, th' enraptur'd soul Sings, where from a thousand fountains, Endless joys in rivers roll. FINIS. Clap your hands ye people all. 158 140 163 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched. Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 38 42 44 47 74 75 Come, my Father's family.... 94 Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing. 99 Come, and let us ascend.... 141 Come, holy, celestial Dove 144 Come, let us anew. 171 Father, our hearts we lift 117 Flow fast my tears; the cause is great. 153 Hark! in the wilderness a cry! 36 Hark! how the heav'ns with praises ring! 139 149 He comes! he comes! the Saviour dear. |