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Journeying home to God.
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You on Jesu's throne shall rest;
4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
5 Lord! obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
and all Angels. 312
To make the Saviour known:
And now his face in heaven ye view. 2 Ye saw the heav'n-born Child.
In human flesh array'd,
While in the manger laid;
For his blest birth, proclaim'd aloud.
Beheld the tempter spoil'd,
In ev'ry combat foil'd;
When Satan fled before his frown.]
Ye press'd with strong desire,
The Lord of life expire;
and all Angels.
A willing watch ye kept,
The King of glory slept;
Your rising Lord, with joy unknown. 6 When all array'd in light
The shining Conqueror rode,
Up to the throne of God;
And struck your strings of sweetest sound. 313
Heb. ii, 11, 16. Rev. v, 8-12.
And emulate the angels' songs:
In songs that angels cannot sing. 2 They praise the Lamb who once was slain;
But we can add a higher strain,
But that He suffer'd all for us.
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die;
and all Angels. 4[Our next of kin, our Brother now,
Is He, to whom the angels' bow:
But we the nearest interest claim.]
Sure 'tis the wonder of the skies,
So cold and unconcern'd should prove.
When we, from sin and darkness freed,
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Makes his eternal counsels known;
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
The weary rest from all his pains;
3 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes
A brighter world beyond the skies;
From earth to realms of endless day. 4 Oh! grant us grace, Almighty Lord !
To mark and learn thy holy word;
And by its holy precepts live. 315
The believer desiring the glories of heaven. Pg. Iv, 6-8. Isa. xxxiii, 17. 2 Tim. iv, 6-8. 1 Oh! HAD I the wings of a dove,
I'd make my escape and be gone; I'd mix with the spirits above,
Who encompass yon heavenly throne; I'd fly from all labour and toil
To the place where the weary have rest; I'd haste from contention and broil
To the peaceful abode of the bless'd. 2 How happy are they, who no more
Have to fear the assaults of the foe! Arrived on the heavenly shore,
They have left all their conflicts below; They are far from all danger and fear,
While remembrance enhances their joys, As the storm, when escaped, will endear
The retreat that the haven supplies.