3 Nature shall be dissolv'd, and die, 4 When will that glorious morning rise, 527. 1 YE (MATT: XXV. 6.) P. M. E virgin souls, arise; With all the dead awake! Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Upstarting at the midnight cry, Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh. 2 He comes, he comes, to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who meet for glory are: 3 Go meet him in the sky, 4 Ye Your everlasting Friend: Your Head to glorify, pure in heart, obtain the grace, To see without a veil his face! Ye that have here receiv'd i Jesus shall claim you for his bride; 5 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive; kwa Wa In glorious joy to live: Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. 528. (PSALM lxxiii. 24—26.) ́ş C. M 1 YES, there's a better world on high, Faint not, thou traveller to the sky, 2 Anguish may rend each vital part; 8 Through death, that vale of awful shade, Yet there, even there, walk undismay'd, 4 Farewell, till that great morning rise, Till he who lives for ever dies, 5 Jesus! we pour this ardent prayer Where'er thou art, (we ask not where,) 529. COR. I. 9, 10. REV. xxi. 27.) C. M. 1 NOR eye has seen, nor ear has heard, Nor sense, nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd For those that love the Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord. 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 4 Those holy gates for ever bar 5 He keeps the Father's book of life, 530. (REV. vii. 13-17.) C. M. # HESE glorious minds, how bright they 1 'THE shine! 'Whence all their white array? hele g 'How came they to the happy seats 'Of everlasting day?' 2 From torturing pains to endless joys,' I 3 Now they approach a spotless God, Their warbling harps and sacred songs 4 The unveil'd glories of his face While the rich treasure of his T grace 5 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock & Where living fountains rise; *A. DAA And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes. : IFT your eyes of faith, and see What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne ! All in milk-white robes array'd; bsn ol 2 Saints, begin the endless song, 230 T woll' 10 one bah Let the morning-stars reply.est af 3 Angel powers the throne surround, 4 Be it so, they all reply; Him let all our orders praise :- 532. (REV. vii. 13-17.) 7's. 1 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, 2 Out of great distress they came : Wash'd their robes by faith below, ¿ftof In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow jod BA |