The house of our Fa-ther above,

2 Our mourning is all at an end,

When, raised by the life-giving word, We see the new city descend,

Adorned as a bride for her Lord;

The city so holy and clean,

No sorrow can breathe in the air;
No gloom of affliction or sin,
No shadow of evil is there.

3 By faith we already behold

That lovely Jerusalem here;
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear;
Immovably founded in grace,

She stands as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her builder displays,

And flames with the glory of God.
4 No need of the sun in that day,

Which never is followed by night,
Where Jesus's beauties display

A pure and a permanent light;
The Lamb is their light and their sun,
And lo! by reflection they shine,
With Jesus ineffably one,

And bright in effulgence divine!

5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live,

They reign in the smile of their Lord :
The flame of angelical love

Is kindled at Jesus's face;

And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze.

HYMN 74.-Continued.

2 It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure;

Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure:

O were we entered there, To perfect heaven restored! O were we all caught up to share The triumph of our Lord! For this in faith we call, For this we weep and pray: O might the tabernacle fall! Ŏ might we 'scape away! Full of immortal hope, We urge the restless strife, And hasten to be swallowed up Of everlasting life.

4

Absent, alas! from God, We in the body mourn, And pine to quit this mean abode,

And languish to return.

Jesus, regard our vows,

And change our faith to sight;

And clothe us with our nobler house

5

Of empyrean light!

O let us put on thee

In perfect holiness,

And rise prepared thy face to see, Thy bright, unclouded face!

Thy grace with glory crown, Who hast the earnest given, And now triumphantly come down, And take our souls to heaven!

HYMN 75.-Continued.

2 Saints begin the endless song,
Cry aloud in heavenly lays,
Glory doth to God belong,

God, the glorious Saviour, praise :
All salvation from him came,

Him, who reigns enthroned on high:
Glory to the bleeding Lamb,

Let the morning stars reply.

3 Angel-powers the throne surround,
Next the saints in glory they ;
Lulled with the transporting sound,
They their silent homage pay,
Prostrate on their face before
God and his Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore,
Shout the Lamb who died for all.

4 Be it so, they all reply,

Him let all our orders praise;
Him that did for sinners die,
Saviour of the favoured race!
Render we our God his right,

Glory, wisdom, thanks, and power,
Honour, majesty, and might;
Praise him, praise him evermore !

1 What are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of the dying God.

2 Out of great distress they came, Washed their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb,

Blood that washes white as snow : Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night; God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight.

3 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their trials o'er ; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more; No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray, In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day.