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The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And, lo! by reflection they shine;
With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine!
5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live;

They reign in the smile of their Lord! The flame of angelical love

Is kindled at Jesus's face;

And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze!

Mount Ephraim.] HYMN 542. S. M.

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know, by faith we know, If this vile house of clay,

This tabernacle sink below,

In ruinous decay;

We have a house above,

Not made with mortal hands;
And firm as our Redeemer's love,
That heavenly fabric stands.
It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure;

Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure:

O were we entered there!
To perfect heaven restor'd!

O were we all caught up to share
The triumph of our Lord!

For this in faith we call;
For this we weep and pray:

O might the tabernacle fall:
O might we 'scape away!
Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife,

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And hasten to be swallow'd up
Of everlasting life.

Absent, alas! from God,

We in the body mourn;

And pine to quit this mean abode,

And languish to return.
Jesus, regard our vows,

And change our faith to sight;
And clothe us with our nobler house
Of everlasting light!

O let us put on thee
In perfect holiness!

And rise prepar'd thy face to see,

Thy bright, unclouded face:
Thy grace with glory crown,
Who hast the earnest given;
And then triumphantly come down,
And take us up to heaven!

Holstein.] HYMN 543. 8 lines B'g.

HE Church in her militant state

The saints in an agony wait,
To see Him again in the air!
The Spirit invites in the Bride,
Her heavenly Lord, to descend!
And place her enthron'd at his side,
In glory that never shall end.

2. The news of his coming I hear,
And join in the catholic cry:
O Jesus, in triumph appear;
Appear in the clouds of the sky!
Whom only I languish to love,
In fulness of majesty come;
And give me a mansion above;
And take to my heavenly home!

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Dunkirk.] HYMN 544. 8 lines 7's.

LIFT your eyes, of faith, and see

Saints and angels join'd in one;

What a countless company

Stand before yon dazzling throne!
Each before his Saviour stands,
All in whitest robes array'd;
Palms they carry in their hands,
Crowns of glory on their head.
2 Saints begin the endless song,
Cry aloud in heav'nly lays,
Glory doth to God belong,

God the glorious Saviour praise :
All salvation from him came,

Him who reigns enthron'd on high,
Glory to the bleeding Lamb,

Let the morning stars reply.
3 Angel-powers the throne surround,
Next the saints in glory they;
Lull'd with the transporting sound,
They their silent homage pay.
Prostrate on their face, before
God and his Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore,
Shout the Lamb that died for all!

4 Be it so, they all reply:

Him let all our orders praise;
Him that did for sinners die,
Saviour of the favour'd race!
Render we our God his right,
Glory, wisdom, thanks, and pow'r,
Honour, majesty, and might;
Praise him, praise him evermore!

Dunkirk.] HYMN 545. 8 lines I's.
WHO are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?

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Foremost of the sons of light;

Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in his righteous cause: Followers of the dying God. 2 Out of great distress they came: Wash'd their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow; Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night: God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er;
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more:
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.

4 He that on the throne doth reign,
Them the Lamb shall always feed;
With the tree of life sustain;
To the living fountains lead;
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove;
Wipe the tears from every face;
Fill up every soul with love.

Arlington.] HYMN 546. C. M.

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye,

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

20 the transporting rapt'rous scene,
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow:

There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vale,
With milk and honey flow.

All o'er those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.

5. No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

6 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul,
Would here no longer stay!

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

8 There on those high and flow'ry plains,
Our spirits ne'er shall tire;
But in perpetual joyful strains,
Redeeming love admire.

Devotion.] HYMN 547. C. M.

M The passing moments say;

Y span of life will soon be done,

As length'ning shadows o'er the mead,
Proclaim the close of day.

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