HYMN 396. 8s. [273]
I LONG to behold him array'd With glory and light from above, The King in his beauty display'd, His beauty of holiest love: I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode; O when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God! 2 With him I on Zion shall stand, For Jesus hath spoken the word; The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord: But when on thy bosom reclin'd, Thy face I am strengthened to see; My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thée. 3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove: Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive..
HYMN 397. C. M. [274]
THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand drest in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between.
4 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
AWAY with our sorrow and fear, We soon shall recover our home; The city of saints shall appear; The day of eternity come. From earth we shall quickly remove, And mount to our native abode; The house of our Father above, The palace of angels and God. 2 Our mourning is all at an end, When, rais'd by the life-giving Word, We see the new city descend,
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord: The city so holy and clean,
No sorrow can breathe in the air; No gloom of affliction or sin; No shadow of evil is there!
3 By faith we already behold, That lovely Jerusalem here; Her walls are of jasper and gold, As crystal her buildings are clear: Immovably founded in grace,
She stands, as she ever hath stood, And brightly her Builder displays, And flames with the glory of God.
4 No need of the sun in that day, Which never is follow'd by night, Where Jesus' beauties display,
A pure and a permanent light: The Lamb is their light and their sun, And, lo! by reflection they shine; With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine! 5 The saints in his presence receive Their great and eternal reward; In Jesus, in heaven, they live;
They reign in the smile of their Lord! The flame of angelical love,
Is kindled at Jesus' face; And all the enjoyment above, Consists in the rapturous gaze! HYMN 399. S. M. [276]
We know, by faith we know, If this vile house of clay, This tabernacle sink below, In ruinous decay,
We have a house above,
Not made with mortal hands; And firm as our Redeemer's love, That heavenly fabric stands. 2 It stands securely high, Indissolubly sure;
Our glorious mansion in the sky Shall evermore endure;
O were we enter'd there!'
To perfect heaven restor❜d! O were we all caught up to share The triumph of our Lord! 3 For this in faith we call; For this we weep and pray: O might the tabernacle fall! O might we 'scape away!
4 Full of immortal hope, We urge the restless strife;
And hasten to be swallow'd up Of everlasting life.
HYMN 400. 8s. [277]
THE Church, in her militant state, Is weary, and cannot forbear; The saints in an agony wait,
To see Him again in the air! The Spirit invites in the Bride, Her heavenly Lord, to descend; And place her, enthron'd at his side, In glory that never shall end. 2 The news of his coming I hear, And join in the catholic cry: O Jesus, in triumph appear:
Appear in the clouds of the sky! Whom only I languish to love, In fulness of majesty come; And give me a mansion above, And take to my heavenly home!
HYMN 401. 7s. [278]
WHO are these array'd in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in his righteous cause; Followers of Emmanuel God.
2 Out of great distress they came; Wash'd their robes, by faith, below, In the blood of yonder Lamb
Blood that washes white as snow; Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night:
God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more; No excessive heat they feel From the sun's directer ray; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day.
HYMN 402. C. M. [279]
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, rapt'rous scene, That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields array'd in living green, And rivers of delight!
3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, On trees immortal grow:
There rocks, and hills, and brooks, and vale, With milk and honey flow.
4 O'er all those wide extended plains, Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son for ever reigns, And scatters night away.
5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath, Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and fear'd no more.
6 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!
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