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5. When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest ?
And in His bosom rest?
Can here no longer stay;
Fearless I'd launch away.
I calmly sojourn here;
Provoke my hope or fear;
Its joys as soon are past;
Eternally shall last !
With singing I repair;
My heart and soul, are there.
My merciful High Priest;
To take me to His breast.
1. O THE delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,
Of His o'erflowing grace!
Sit smiling on His brow;
At humble distance bow.
3. Archangels sound His lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
Submissive at His feet.
Whom we, unseen, adore;
Our hearts shall love Him more.
We long to leave our clay;
To bear our souls away.
C. H. M.
Where toils and tears are o'er;
Where cares distract no more;
Dims its unsullied blessedness.
And pleads His dying blood,
An unknown multitude
Shall crown His head with songs of praise. 3. Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy,
The home of light and love,
And ransomed souls above
Thousands of children stand ;
A holy, happy band.
2. What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair-
How came those children there?
3. Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;
Behold them white and clean!
4. On earth they sought their Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
And stand before the Lamb.
1. Brigut glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my wondering eyes
The beauties of the skies!
2. All hail! ye fair, celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day!
And drives my griefs away.
My clouds of doubt are gone ;
My fears are all withdrawn.
Between my home and me;
How near the mansions be!
5. Immortal wonders! boundless things
In those dear worlds appear!
And in those glories share.
1. In silence of the voiceless night,
When, chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,
O God, but Thee?
Vague memories of the day forgone,
And lay them down.
In token of impending ill,
what it is
Or aught beside, how joyfully
that solitary hour,
More peaceful than that voiceless hour,
Beneath Thy power.
Of all it hath to offer me?
O God, but Thee?
1. The dawn is sprinkling in the east
Its golden shower, as day flows in;
Farewell to darkness and to sin ! 2. Away, ye midnight phantoms all!
Away, despondence and despair!
Now let it vanish into air.
3. So, Lord, when that last morning breaks,
Which shrouds in darkness earth and skies, May it on us, low bending here,
Arrayed in joyful light arise!
Our daily labor to pursue;
In all we think, or speak, or do. 2. Still would we bear Thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray;
And hasten to Thy glorious day: 3. For Thee alone we would employ
Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given; Would run our course with even joy,
And closely walk with Thee to heaven.
The new is old, the old is new,
Still sweeping through.
A charmed life old goodness hath;
Is not for death.
His first propulsion from the night;
With morning light!
How long art thou, Eternity !