Our Labour in the Lord shall not be in vain.
If we the Saviour's laws obey,
Submissive to his righteous sway,
Our happiness is sure:
Whate'er befal us here below,
Of toil, of suffering, joy or woe,
The trial soon is o'er.
The day will come when we shall hear
The Judge's awful voice- Draw near,'-
And rise to bliss on high;
O'er death triumphant, wing our way
To realms of everlasting day,
To joys that never die.
Thanks be to God's redeeming grace,
Which sav'd our sinful, mortal race,
Through Christ our glorious Head,
Who took the sting of death away,
Destroy'd the grave's terrific sway,
And wide his triumph spread.
Then steadfast in his work abide,
Unmov'd by every hope beside,
Abounding in his love:
Ye know your labour's not in vain,
Since life, eternal life you gain,
With Christ, your Lord, above.
Final Acceptance of the Righteous.
Lo! he comes, from heaven descending,
Sent to judge both quick and dead;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels,
See our great exalted Head:
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Son of GOD!
Full of awful expectation
All before the Judge appear; Truth and justice go before him; Now the joyful sentence hear: Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!
'Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fear and sorrow;
Endless praise be your employ:'
Hallelujah!
'Welcome, welcome, to the skies."
Now at once they rise to glory;
Jesus brings them to the King;
There, with all the host of heaven,
They eternal anthems sing:
Hallelujah!
Glory be to GoD on high!
Final Acceptance of all who fear God
and work Righteousness.
From north and south, from east and west,
Advance the myriads of the blest;
From every clime of earth they come,
And find in heaven a common home.
In one immortal throng we view
Pagan and Christian, Greek and Jew;
But all their doubts and darkness o'er,
One only GOD they now adore.
Howe'er divided here below,
One bliss, one spirit, now they know;
Though some ne'er heard of Jesus' name,
Yet GoD admits their honest claim.
On earth, according to their light,
They aim'd to practise what was right;
Hence all their errors are forgiven,
And Jesus welcomes them to heaven.
The Future Recompense of Present Trials. THE man who was crowned with thorns, The man who on Calvary died, The man who bore scourgings and scorns, Whom sinners agreed to deride,
Now blessed for ever is made,
And God hath rewarded his pain; Now glory hath crowned his head;
Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain.
By faith we contemplate his joy,
And hope in due season to share;
For, as our forerunner on high,
Our places he's gone to prepare:
Then let us look forward to this,
And joyfully take up our cross;
His servants shall be where he is,
And all that we lose is but dross.
The good to his followers done,
(For so hath his gospel declar'd,) As done to himself he will own,
And crown with an endless reward: They are honour'd whom he shall approve; Their riches shall never decay;
Their joy is complete in his love;
Their tears shall be all wip'd away.
His GoD and his Father is ours;
Our foes and our arms are the same;
The world with its dangerous powers,
By faith and by hope he o'ercame:
Then let us march cheerfully on,
The road that before us he trod;
It leads us where he is now gone,
To heaven, himself, and his GOD.
140. L. M.
Heaven the Reward of Virtuous Exertions.
THERE is a glorious world on high,
Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,
While God's own word reveals the way.
There shall the servants of the LORD
With never-fading lustre shine;
Amazing honour, vast reward,
Conferr'd on man by love divine!
How bless'd are they, how truly wise,
Who learn and keep the sacred road;
Whom love, with holy zeal, employs
To bring the wandering soul to GOD!
The shining firmament shall fade,
And sparkling stars resign their light,
But these shall know nor change, nor shade,
For ever fair, for ever bright.
On wings of faith and strong desire,
Oh may our spirits daily rise;
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies!
141. L. M.
The Eternal Sabbath.
HEAR US, O Father! when we pray
In this thy house, on this thy day;
And own as grateful sacrifice,
which from thy churches rise.
Thy earthly sabbaths, LORD! we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that thy servants all aspire,
With ardent hope and strong desire.
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