817.

2 These through fiery trials trod,These from great affliction came: Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might
More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed:
Them, the Lamb, amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispel all fears,
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tears.
818.

1 HIGH in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above;
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love:
Once they knew, like us below,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Torturing pain and heavy woe,

Gloomy doubts, distressing fears.

2 Oft the big, unbidden tear,

Stealing down the furrowed cheek, Told, in eloquence sincere,

Tales of woe they could not speak. But these days of weeping o'er,

Passed this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no moreNever, never weep again.

3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,

'Mid th' angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
Happy spirits, ye are fled

Where no grief can entrance find;
Lulled to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.

4 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 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast: 'Tis found above-in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven,When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear-but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven!

820.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the vail, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,-
How bright their glories be.

2 I ask them, whence their victory came? They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,-
Their triumph to his death.

3 They marked the footsteps he had trod; His zeal inspired their breast;

And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given,-
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

821.

1 FATHER! I long, I faint, to see
The place of thine abode;
I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And 't is a pleasing sight;
But, to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight!

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense,
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh forever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen;
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigor in,
With wonder and with love.

5 Father! I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode;
I'd leave thine earthly courts to be
Forever with my God.

822.

2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields arrayed in living green;
And rivers of delight!

3 O'er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God, the Sun, forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

4 No chilling winds, or poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.

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

6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul.
Can here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

823.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea,

And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes:-

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

824.

1 SERAPHS, with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.

2 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my Love, they sing :
Jesus, the name of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
3 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise;
Oh, for some heavenly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies!