3 There the river of mercy so sweetly, sweetly flows, From the throne of our God and the Lamb! There the tree of salvation and blessing ever grows,
And it blooms in the smile of I AM!
4 0 brightly serene is the joyous welcome ray,
That now dawns on the darkness of time!
For it lighteth the path of our weary pilgrim way,
By the dawn of an era sublime.
5 We will sing hallelujah, and fervently adore,
Hallelujah to Infinite Love;
We will sing hallelujah forever, evermore,
In the home of the spirit above.
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How sweet to reflect on the joys that await us,
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest!
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet us,
And lead us to mansions prepared for the blest!
Encircled with light, and with glory enshrouded,
Our happiness perfect, our mind's sky unclouded,
We'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of Love.
While legions angelic, with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the Concert of praise,
The saints, as they come from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise.
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
Our souls will respond, To Immanuel be given,
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love!
Then hail, blessed state, hail, ye seraphs of glory,
Ye angels of light, we'll soon meet you above,
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
Salvation from sorrow through ransoming love!
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation,
Already our souls feel a sweet prelibation
Of joys that await us, the joys of salvation,
Reserved for mankind in the Eden of Love!
Come, freely come, by sin opprest,
Unburthen here the weighty load:
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
Safe on the bosom of thy God.
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word!
Be him thy hope, thy loving Lord!
Be him thy joy! his holy light
Thy fearful gloom will chase away! And smiling peace, a seraph bright, Will bless thee in thy pilgrim way. Then journey on in faith and love, To brighter scenes in worlds above!
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain,
A man of griefs, felt every pain:
He knows my pangs, he sees my fears,
And gently wipes away my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
From his dear love and wisdom's way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I should not do;
He who once felt temptation's power
Shall guard me in the trying hour.
waking; The song which thou heardst was the seraphim's song.
Thou art gone to the grave! but 'twere wrong to deplore thee, Since God was thy Father, thy
store thee, Where death hath no sting, since the
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