"IF YE LOVED ME, YE WOULD REJOICE, BECAUSE I GO UNTO MY FATHER." FORGIVE, blest shade, the tributary tear No more confined to grovelling scenes of night, "THERE SHALL BE NO NIGHT THERE." FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise; And realms of infinite delight, There pain and sickness never come, No cloud these blissful regions know, Can never enter there. There no alternate night is known, But glory, from the sacred throne, Spreads everlasting day. Fair distant land! could now our eyes How would our spirits long to rise, Oh, may the heav'nly vision fire THE LORD IS MY LIGHT AND MY SALVATION." My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brighter days, And comfort of my nights. In darkest shades if Thou appear, Thou art my soul's sweet morning star, And Thou my rising sun. The opening heavens around me shine, While Jesus shews His heart is mine, My soul would leave this heavy clay T'embrace my dearest Lord. |