955 0 S. M. Continued.-God shall wipe away all tears. Shall Jesus' suff'rers know, While o'er the happy plains they range, Incapable of wo! Shall there our spirits wound: 2 There all our griefs are spent: No father there, in passion loud, 3 No slightest touch of pain, No clouds of tempests rise; There gushing tears are wiped away 956 CON Communion with saints in heaven. C. M. NOME, let us join our friends above, And on the eagle wings of love 2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 3 One family we dwell in Him, 4 One army of the living God, Part of his host have cross'd the flood, 5 Ten thousand to their endless home 6 His militant embodied host, 957 OUR Continued.-Full felicity. UR old companions in distress And eager long for our release, C. M. 2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands With those that went before; And greet the blood-besprinkled bands 3 Our spirits too shall quickly join, 4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide: Bid death's cold flood its waves divide, And land us safe in heaven. 958 C. M. The prospect joyous. ND let this feeble body fail, My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 2 In hope of that immortal crown And gladly wander up and down, And wipe away his servant's tears, 3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of Paradise: I see a world of spirits bright, 4 0 what are all my suff'rings here, Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, But let me find them all again In that eternal day. ERECTION OF CHURCHES. 959 LAYING A CORNER-STONE. The sure Foundation. C. M. B EHOLD the sure Foundation-stone To build our heavenly hopes upon, 2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, 4 What though the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise ; 'Tis thine own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. 960 12th P. M. 76, 76, 78, 76. The living Name. THOU, who hast in Zion laid The true Foundation-stone, And with those a cov'nant made Who build on that alone: Hear us, Architect divine! Great Builder of thy church below! Now upon thy servants shine, Who seek thy praise to show. 2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills Yet the place of all prepared, 3 We, like Jesse's son, would raise Sound throughout its courts his praise, Dedicate a house to Him Who once, in mortal weakness shrined, Sorrow'd, suffer'd, to redeem, To rescue, all mankind. 4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send Inscribe the living Name: Now write on this accepted stone; Our temple make thy throne. 961 Seeking a tabernacle. L. M. HEN to the exiled seer were given W Those rapt rous views of highest heaven, All glorious though the visions were, 2 The new Jerusalem on high 3 But we, frail sojourners below, Our scatter'd souls may blend in prayer. |