409"What are these which are arrayed in white robes, and whence came they?” mf HOW bright these glorious spirits 5 Hunger and thirst, are felt no more, Whence all their white array?[shine! Nor suns with scorching ray How came they to the blissful seats cres God is their Sun, whose cheering Of everlasting day? f Diffuse eternal day. [beams Lo, these are they from sufferings great 6mf The Lamb which dwells amidst the Who came to realms of light, es And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. f Now, with triumphal palms, they 7 stand Before the throne on high, Shall o'er them still preside, [throne Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. mf'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, Where living streams appear; And serve the God they love, amidst dim And God the Lord from every eye The glories of the sky. Shall wipe off every tear. f His presence fills each heart with joy, 8 ƒ To Him who sits upon the throne, Tunes every mouth to sing ; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. CHRISTCHURCH. 응 The God whom we adore, And to the Lamb that once was slain. Be glory evermore! Amen. 6,6,6,6,4,4,4,4. CHARLES STEGGALL, Mus. Doc. A men. 410 "When shall I come and appear before God?" nf JERUSALEM on high My song and city is, My home whene'er I die, The centre of my bliss: Oh, happy place! when shall I be, My God, with Thee, to see Thy face? f There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; es There angels to Him sing, And lowly homage give: f Oh, happy place! &c. The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; 4 mf The Lord's apostles there Their scars with glory crowned: f Oh, happy place ! &c. 6 Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar's tents here stay; No place like that on high; cres Lord, thither guide my way : f Oh, happy place! &c. Amen. 337 411 "Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far off." mfTHE sands of time are sinking; The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn, awakes. Dark, dark hath been the midnight; mf But dayspring is at hand, es And glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. Oh! Christ, He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well, of love; The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above: es There to an ocean fulness His mercy doth expand, f And glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. f Oh, I am my Beloved's, YORK. mf I stand upon His merit, I know no other stand, cres Not even where glory dwelleth, In Immanuel's land. 4mf The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face: I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace; 5mf With mercy and with judgment mf I'll bless the hand that guided, cres When throned where glory dwelleth, f In Immanuel's land. Amen. |