1 HIGH, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love.
2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torturing pain, and heavy woe. 3 Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find, Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind. 4 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark! their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love.
1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.
2 O, the transporting, rapturous scene That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight.
3 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.
4 When shall I reach that happy place, And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest?
5 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan's waves should round me roll, I'd fearless launch away.
The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality. 1 AS twilight's gradual veil is spread Across the evening sky;
So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die.
2 The bloom of spring, the summer rose, In vain pale winter brave;
Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows A ransom from the grave.
3 But morning dawns and spring revives, And genial hours return;
So man's immortal soul survives, And scorns the mouldering urn.
4 When this vain scene no longer charms, Or swiftly fades away,
He sinks into a Father's arms,
Nor dreads the coming day.
1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of joy and pure delight, Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Fair, distant land!-could mortal eyes But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more!
3 No cloud those blissful regions know,- Realms ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
4 O, may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire, Bear every thought above.
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky.
1 O, FOR a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. 2 There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And, with delightful worship, own
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture, while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the followers of the Lamb Shall join at last the heavenly choir; O, may the joy-inspiring theme Awake our faith and warm desire.
The Issues of Life and Death.
1 O, WHERE shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul?
'T were vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh; 'T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears, There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love:
4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; O, what appalling horrors hang Around the "second death"!
5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And utterly undone.
6 Here would we end our quest; Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love,— the rest Of immortality.
1 WHO are these in bright array, This exulting, happy throng, Round the altar night and day, Hymning one triumphant song ? "Worthy is the Lamb, once slain, Blessing, honor, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour." 2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name : Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead; Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away their tears.
The visible World a Shadow of the invisible. 1 I PRAISED the earth in beauty seen, With garlands gay of various green; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield; And earth and ocean seemed to say, "Our beauties are but for a day.'
2 I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled On wheels of amber and of gold; I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky; And moon and sun in answer said, "Our years are told when we must fade." 3 O God, O, good beyond compare! If thus thy meaner works are fair,- If thus thy bounties gild the span Of sinful earth and mortal man, How glorious must thy mansion be Where thy redeemed shall dwell with thee.
Death and immediate Glory.
1 THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly.
2 We walk by faith of joys to come; Faith lives upon his word; But while the body is our home, We 're absent from the Lord. 3 Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolved and fall; Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy Heavenly Father's call.
The Christian in the Prospect of Death.
1 O, MOST delightful hour by man Experienced here below,
The hour that terminates his span, His folly, and his woe.
2 Worlds should not bribe me back to tread Again life's dreary waste,
To see again my day o'erspread
With all the gloomy past.
3 My home henceforth is in the skies; Earth, seas, and sun, adieu!
All heaven unfolded to my eyes, I have no sight for you.
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