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551. A Dialogue. Rev. vii. 12-17. (L. M.)
XALTED high, at God's right hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crown'd, in white array,
My wondering soul says, Who are they? 2 A. These are the saints, belov'd of God,
Wash'd are their robes in Jesu's blood ;
They shine in uncreated light.
Their glories great, and all divine;
Their order what, and whence came they? 4 A. Through tribulation great they came,
They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame;
In God they dwell, and on him rest. 5 Q. And does the cross thus prove their gain?
And shall they thus for ever reign?
The wonders of redeeming grace? 6 A. Hunger they ne'er shall feel again,
Nor burning thirst shall they sustain ;
By God, the Lamb, for ever fed.
The secret glories of their King;
8 A. Jesus the Saviour is their theme,
Thoy sing the wonders of his name;
Dominion and eternal praise. 9 Amen, they cry to him alone,
Who dares to fill his Father's throne;
Repeat bis praise, and say, Amen.
Who, in the paths of piety,
And heav'n on earth begun.
With just and holy scorn:
Singing to God return!
WAY with our sorrow 1 A
Believers will soon be at home;
The day of eternity come:
Fly up to our native abode;
The palace of angels and God.
2 Ah ! who upon earth can conceive
The bliss that in heaven they share? And who this dark world would not leave,
And cheerfully die to be there?
And we by reflection shall shine;
And bright in effulgence divine. 3 'Tis good at thy word to be here;
'Tis better in thee to be gone; And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share of thy throne :
When thee we behold in the cloud;
And shout to the trumpet of God. 554. Seeking Heaven. Heb. xi. 4. (P. M.) 1 FROM Egypt lately come,
Where death and darkness reign,
We haste with songs of joy ;
And every conflict's o'er;
4 But, hark, those distant sounds,
That strike our listning ears!
Enraptur'd myriads sing;
Their pleasures we shall share ;
It cheers the pilgrim's breast:
555. Conversion to God. John i. 13. (C. M.)
OT all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Can raise a soul to heav'n.
Creates us heirs of grace ;
A pew peculiar race.
3 The Spirit like some heav'nly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
And forms the man afresh.
From the long sleep of death ;
And praise employs our breath.
The new Creation. (C. M.) | ATTEND, while God's exalted Son
Behold, I sit upon my throne,
“ Creating all things new.
“ And the old Adam dies ;
“ See the new world arise.
“ To the new heavens I make; “ None but the new-born heirs of grace,
My glories shall partake," 4 Mighty Redeemer, set me free From
old state of sin O; O make my soul alive to thee,
Create new powers within.
And mould my heart afresh;
And turn the stone to flesh.