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 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 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, 1 2 3 4 To truths divinely given : The dead, who underneath thee lie, Shall live for hell or heaven! Yet stars like flowers have but their day, 5 Lord God! when Time shall end his flight, 1155. 8s & 7s. 1 READY now to spread my pinions, 2 Ready to be freed from sorrow, 3 Ready with the just made perfect, 4 As the bird with warbling music 5 So the dying saint, departing, 1156. C. M. 1 BRIGHT glories rush upon my sight, 2 All hail, ye fair, celestial shores, A rich delight your prospect pours, 3 There's a delightful clearness now; 4 Short is the passage, short the space, 5 Immortal wonders, boundless things, 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. 4 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, 5 O Saviour, then, in all my need Be near, be near to me: 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. 1161. 78. 1 MORNING breaks upon the tomb, 1162. 12s. 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, 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. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 5 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands! Show me some promise in thy book, 6 Give me one kind, assuring word, 1165. 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! 2 Eternity! eternity! How long art thou, eternity! 3 Eternity eternity! How long art thou, eternity! O man, full oft thy thoughts should dwell 1167. 8s & 78. 1 THIS is not my place of resting,— 2 In it all is light and glory; All the curse, hath passed away. 3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 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; 4 Oh the music and the singing 1 66 COME up 1169. 78. hither; come away;" 2 Come up hither; come and dwell Through the myriads of the skies. 4 Come up hither; come and shine In the robes of spotless white; Rest is found in heaven alone; 1170. L. M. 1 As when the weary traveler gains 1 Lo! what a glorious sight appears, 2 From the third heaven, where God resides That holy, happy place,- 3 Attending angels shout for joy, : 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." |