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Arise, arise! the light breaks o'er thee; | 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy soul apply

Thy name is graven on the throne; Thy home is in the world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

2 Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless stand, For lo! beyond those scenes emerges The height that bounds the promised land:

Behold! behold! the land is nearing,

Where the wild sea-storm's rage is o'er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering,

See in what throngs they range the shore !

3 Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o'er thee,

Bright as the summer's noon-tide ray, The star-gemmed crowns and realms of glory

Invite thy happy soul away; Away! away! leave all for glory,

Thy name is graven on the throne; Thy home is in that world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

1153.

C. M.

1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!

2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;
Each season hath its own disease,
Its peril every hour!

3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft check decay;
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;

And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come?

5 Then, mortal, turn! thy danger know; Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

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To truths divinely given : The dead, who underneath thee lie, Shall live for hell or heaven!

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Yet stars like flowers have but their day,
And Time, like stars, shall cease to roll;
We have what never can decay,-
A living and immortal soul.

5 Lord God! when Time shall end his flight,
Stars set and flowers revive no more;
May we behold thy face in light,
Thy love in Christ may we adore.

1155.

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1 READY now to spread my pinions,
Glad to wing my flight away
From the gloom that hovers round me,
To the realms of endless day.

2 Ready to be freed from sorrow,
Tears and partings, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion;
Life is dear, but death is gain.

3 Ready with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of light to be;
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing joy and victory.

4 As the bird with warbling music
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,—

5 So the dying saint, departing,
Joyful takes his heavenward way;
Life, and time, and gladness blending
In the light of perfect day.

1156. C. M.

1 BRIGHT glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my wondering eyes-
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies.

2 All hail, ye fair, celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day;

A rich delight your prospect pours,
And drives my griefs away.

3 There's a delightful clearness now;
My clouds of doubt are gone;
Fled is my former darkness, too;
My fears are all withdrawn.

4 Short is the passage, short the space,
Between my home and me;
There, there, behold the radiant place;
How near the mansions be!

5 Immortal wonders, boundless things,
In those dear worlds appear;
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in those glories share.

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For the last weariness-the final strife.

2 We would see Jesus-the great Rock Foundation,

Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace;

Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see his face. 3 We would see Jesus-other lights are fading,

Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;

The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, We would not mourn them, for we go to thee.

4 We would see Jesus-this is all we 're needing,

Strength, joy and willingness come with the sight;

We would see Jesus, dying,risen, pleading, Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.

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There is an hour when I must stand

Before the judgment-seat;

And all my sins, and all my foes,

In awful vision meet.

There is an hour when I must look On one eternity;

And nameless woe, or blissful life,
My endless portion be.

5 O Saviour, then, in all my need

Be near, be near to me:
And let my soul, by steadfast faith,
Find life and heaven in thee.

1160.

S. M. Irregular.

1 ONE Sweetly solemn thought, Comes to me o'er and o'erI am nearer home to-day

Than I ever have been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where the many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne; Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our burdens down; Nearer leaving the cross;

Nearer gaining the crown.

4 But lying darkly between,

Winding down through the night, Is the deep and unknown stream, That leads at last to the light. 5 Father, perfect my trust!

Strengthea the might of my faith; Let me feel as I would when I stand On the rock of the shore of death!

6 Feel as I would when my feet

Are slipping over the brink ;For it may be, I'm nearer homeNearer now than I think.

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1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb,
Jesus scatters all its gloom;
Day of triumph through the skies,—
See the glorious Saviour rise!
2 Ye, who are of death afraid,
Triumph in the scattered shade;
Drive your anxious cares away;
See the place where Jesus lay!
3 Christian dry your flowing tears,
Chase your unbelieving fears;
Look on his deserted grave;
Doubt no more his power to save.

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Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of

cloud,

And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed.

2 The glory! the glory! by myriads are poured

All the hosts of the angels to wait on the Lord;

And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,

And there all who the palm wreath of victory wear.

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ;

Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnels are stirred!

From the sea, from the land, from the south, from the north,

All the vast generations of man are come forth.

4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,

Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;

All flesh is at once in the sight of the

Lord,

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1 THE chariot the chariot! its wheels roll 3 on fire,

As the Lord cometh down in the pomp

of his ire;

Tossed with stronger tempests, rise, Wilder storms the mountains sweep, Louder thunder rock the skies. Dread alarms shall shake the proud, Pale amazement, restless fear;

And amid the thunder cloud

Wilt thou, Judge of man! appear.

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2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart !"
3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,-
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!
4 Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon thy breast:
Without a gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.

5 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands!

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

6 Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

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78.

1 EARTH is past away and gone, All her glories, every one, All her pomp is broken down; God is reigning, God alone! 2 All her high ones lowly lie, All her mirth hath passed by, All her merry-hearted sigh; God is reigning, God on high! 3 No more sorrow, no more night; Perfect joy and purest light! With his spotless saints and bright, God is reigning in the height! 4 Blessing, praise, and glory bring, Offer every holy thing; Everlasting praises sing;

God is reigning, God our King!

1166.

L. M. 7 lines.

1 ETERNITY! eternity!

How long art thou, eternity!
And yet to thee time hastes away,
Like as the war horse to the fray,
Or swift as couriers homeward go,
Or ships to port, or shaft from bow;
Ponder, O man, eternity.

2 Eternity! eternity!

How long art thou, eternity!
As long as God is God, so long
Endure the pains of hell and wrong,
So long the joys of heaven remain;
Oh, lasting joy! Oh, lasting pain!
Ponder, O man, eternity!

3 Eternity eternity!

How long art thou, eternity!

O man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell
Upon the pains of sin and hell,
And on the glories of the pure,
That do beyond all time endure;
Ponder, O man, eternity!

1167.

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1 THIS is not my place of resting,—
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting-
On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse, hath passed away.

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us
By the streams of life along,-
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!

1168.

8s & 78.

1 TIME, thou speedest on but slowly, Hours, how tardy is your pace! Ere with Him, the high and holy, I hold converse face to facc.

2 Here is nought but care and mourning;

Comes a joy, it will not stay;
Fairly shines the sun at dawning,
Night will soon o'ercloud the day.
3 Onward then! not long I wander
Ere my
Saviour comes for me,
And with him abiding yonder,
All his glory I shall see.

4 Oh the music and the singing
Of the host redeemed by love!
Oh! the hallelujahs ringing
Through the halls of light above.

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hither; come away;"
Thus the ransomed spirits sing;
Here is cloudless, endless day;
Here is everlasting spring.

2 Come up hither; come and dwell
With the living hosts above;
Come, and let your bosoms swell
With their burning songs of love.
3 Come up hither; come and share
In the sacred joys that rise,
Like an ocean, everywhere

Through the myriads of the skies. 4 Come up hither; come and shine

In the robes of spotless white;
Palms, and harps, and crowns are thine;
Hither, hither wing your flight.
5 Come up hither; hither speed;

Rest is found in heaven alone;
Here is all the wealth you need;
Come and make this wealth your own.

1170.

L. M.

1 As when the weary traveler gains
The height of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains,
He eyes his home though distant still;-
2 So when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith his mansion in the skies;
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell,
With Jesus in the realms of day:
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he will wipe my tears away.

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1 Lo! what a glorious sight appears,
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.

2 From the third heaven, where God resides

That holy, happy place,-
The New Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.

3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,-
"Mortals! behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King:-
4 "The God of glory, down to men,
Removes his blest abode;-
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he their loving God:-

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5 "Ilis own soft hand shall wipe the tears

From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and

fears,

And death itself shall die."

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