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3 Around that magnificent throne
Where the Lamb all his glory displays, United for ever in one,
His people are singing his praise. How holy, how happy are they!
No tongue can express their delight; My soul, now unwilling to stay,
Prepares for her heavenly flight. St. Simon and St. Jude. 316
8. M. God the Preserver of the saints.
Jude 24, 25.
Our Saviour and our King,
Their humble praises bring.
His counsel, and his care,
And ev'ry hurtful snare.
Unblemish'd and complete,
Shall meet around the throne,
And make his wonders known.
and St. Jude.
Almighty power belongs,
And everlasting songs.
148th. Saints below animated by the example of those above. John xv, 18-20. Heb. vi, 12. Rev. xiv, 2, 3.
Look up to yonder heights!
Each wears a glorious crown;
Believing in his name,
Their only plea his blood:
Behold his face, and sing his love.
Like them our course to run?
The cross must first be borne:
1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the veil, and see
2 Once they were mourning here below;
Their couch was wet with tears;
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came;
They, with united breath,
Their triumphs to his death.
4 They mark’d the footsteps that He trod;
His love inspired their breast;
They enter'd into rest.
5 Our glorious Leader let us bless,
For his own pattern giv'n,
Which show the way to heav'n.
Rev. vii, 9-17; xix, 6-8.
This innumerable throng,
Hymning one triumphant song?
Blessing, honour, glory, power,
New dominion ev'ry hour!"
These from great affliction came;
Seal'd with his almighty Name,
Victor-palms in ev'ry hand,
More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Shall to living fountains lead;
Perfect love dispels all fears,
God shall wipe away the tears.
Ps. xcii, 1, 2.
Thy daily stage of duty run:
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
High glory to th' eternal King!
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
And with Thyself my spirit fill.] 6 Direct, control, suggest, this day
All I design, or do, or say;