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7 O happy, happy place,
Where saints and angels meet! There we shall see each other's face,
And all our brethren greet.
We shall with them be blest,
To our eternal rest.
In yonder blest abode,
And all the saints of God. 10 Abrah’m and Isaac, there,
And Jacob shall receive
Who now in bodies live.
Live out in cheerful hope,
And gain the mountain-top. 12 To gather home his own,
God shall his angels send,
In deathless triumphs end.
Paradise.] HYMN 432. C. M.
IFT up your hearts to things above,
And join with us to praise his love,
And glorify his name.
Whose mercies never end :
The King is now our Friend!
3 We for his sake count all things loss,
On earthly good look down: And joyfully sustain the cross,
Till we receive the crown. 4 O let us stir each other up,
Our faith by works t'approve, By holy, purifying hope,
And the sweet task of love.
The Holy Ghost receive ;
With God in Eden live!
And wait his heav'n to share !
Go on, we'll meet you there!
LORY be to God
Good from whom all blessings flow,
Make we mention of his love,
Publish we his praise below:
We are met in Jesu's name;
Foll’wers of the bleeding Lamb. 2 Let us then sweet counsel take,
How to make our calling sure ;
Past the reach of hell secure :
Pray we for our faith's increase ;
Constant joy, and lasting peace. 3 More and more let love abound :
Let us never, never rest,
Till we are in Jesus found,
Of our Paradise possest:
Calls us back from Eden driv'n:
Soon he takes us up to heav'n!
Falcon Street.] HYMN 434. S. M. 1 LAVIOUR of sinful men,
Thy goodness we proclaim,
And triumph in thy name :
Our safeguard and our tow'r:
And all th' accuser's pow'r. 2 Jesus, take all the praise,
That still on earth we live;
And innocently grieve:
When perfected in love;
Who wait for us above.
Our friends that went before,
And meet to part no more ;
Waiting for us they are :
And I a parent there !
Shall Jesu's suff'rers know !
Incapable of wo!
No ill-requited love
Shall there our spirits wound : No base ingratitude above;
No sin in heaven is found. 5 There all our griefs are spent!
There all our sorrows end:
Of a departed friend !
By sin, alas! undone!
Cries, “O my son, my son!”
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Our purity of joy:
No clouds or tempests rise :
For ever from our eyes.
Plymouth Dock.] HYMN 435. 6 lines 8's. 1
May all our hearts with love o'erflow! With thanks for thy continued gift,
That still thy gracious name we know ; Retain our sense of sin forgiv’n,
And wait for all our inward heav'n. 2 What mighty troubles hast thou shown
Thy feeble, tempted foll'wers here !
But saw thee on the floods appear ;
O keep us faithful to the end !
When rob'd in majesty and pow'r,
Our Jesus shall from heav’n descend, His friends and confessors to own,
And seat us on his glorious throne.
Thy promis'd presence claim;
Assembled in thy name :
Which here we come to prove ;
And everlasting love.
Or selfishness we meet;
And worldly thoughts forget.
Which thou hast freely giv'n;,
That we may meet in heav'n. 3 Present we know thou art;
But, O, thyself reveal !
The mighty comfort feel!
The death of sin remove;
In hope of perfect love! Broomsgrove.] HYMN 437. C. M. 1
Who joins us by
Together seek his face.
A praises to our redeeming Lord,