2 But these days of weeping o'er,
Passed this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never, never weep again:
'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid the angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
3 All is tranquil and serene,
Calm and undisturbed repose;
There no cloud can intervene,
There no angry tempest blows:
Every tear is wiped away,
Sighs no more shall heave the breast
Night is lost in endless day,
Sorrow, in eternal rest.
1 0 HAPPY saints who dwell in light,
And walk with Jesus, clothed in white;
Safe landed on that peaceful shore,
Where pilgrims meet to part no more.
2 Released from sin, and toil, and grief,
Death was their gate to endless life,
An opened cage, to let them fly
And build their happy nest on high.
3 And now they range the heavenly plains,
And sing their hymns in melting strains;
And now their souls begin to prove
The heights and depths of Jesus' love.
4 He cheers them with eternal smile;
They sing hosannas all the while,
Or, overwhelmed with raptures sweet,
Sink down adoring at his feet.
5 Ah, Lord, with tardy steps I creep,
And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep;
Yet strip me of this house of clay,
And I will sing as loud as they.
1 EXALTED high at God's right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand,
With glory crowned, in white array,
My wondering soul says, who are they?
2 These are the saints beloved of God;
Washed are their robes in Jesus' blood;
More spotless than the purest white,
They shine in uncreated light.
3 Brighter than angels, lo! they shine,
Their glories great, and all divine:
Tell me their origin, and say,
Their order what, and whence came they?
4 Through tribulation great they came,
They bore the cross, and scorned the
Within the living temple blest, [shame:
In God they dwell, and on him rest.
5 Unknown to mortal ears, they sing
The secret glories of their King:
Tell me the subject of their lays,
And whence their loud exalted praise.
6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme;
They sing the wonders of his name;
To him ascribing power and grace,
Dominion, and eternal praise.
7 Amen! they cry, to him alone,
Who dares to fill his Father's throne;
They give him glory, and again
Repeat his praise, and say, Amen!
1 Mr Saviour, whom absent I love; Whom, not having seen, I adore; Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power;
2 Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee,
Ah, strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.
3 When that happy era begins,
'When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline;
4 Oh then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured;
I shall meet him whom absent I loved,
I shall see whom unseen I adored.
William Cowper, 1800.
1 Он when shall we sweetly remove,
Oh when shall we enter our rest,
Return to the Zion above,
The mother of spirits distrest;
That city of God the great King,
Where sorrow and death are no more,
Where saints our Immanuel sing,
And cherub and seraph adore?
2 Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer
We long thy appearing to see,
Resigned to the burden we bear,
But longing to triumph with thee:
'Tis good at thy word to be here;
'Tis better in thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in thy throne.
3 To mourn for thy coming is sweet,
To weep at thy longer delay;
But thou, whom we hasten to meet,
Shalt chase all our sorrows away.
The tears shall be wiped from our eyes
When thee we behold in the cloud,
And echo the joys of the skies,
And shout to the trumpet of God.
1 WE speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair, And oft are its glories confessed;
But what must it be to be there!
2 We speak of its pathways of gold, Its walls decked with jewels so rare, Its wonders and pleasures untold;
But what must it be to be there! 3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within;
But what must it be to be there!
4 We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear, The church of the first-born above; But what must it be to be there! 5 Then let us, 'midst pleasure or woe, For heaven our spirits prepare, And shortly we also shall know And feel what it is to be there.
1 My hope is built on nothing less
Then Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
CHO.-On Christ the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground, is sinking sand.
2 When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.
On Christ, &c.
3 His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, &c.
4 When he shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh I then in him be found,
may
Drest in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, &c.
1 HARK! the Saviour's voice from heaven
Speaks a pardon full and free;
Come, and thou shalt be forgiven;
Boundless mercy flows for thee,
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