They see with joy their Maker's face, They love His service well. 2 They love each other, and delight Each other's bliss to share ;
In sweetest songs they all unite, Not one is silent there.
3 They praise the Lord, their heavenly King, In many a holy strain;
The praises of the Lamb they sing,
The Lamb for sinners slain.
Rev. vii. 9-17. I WHO are those in bright array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar night and day, Tuning their triumphant song?- 'Worthy is the Lamb once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour.' 2 These through fiery trials trod; These through great afflictions came; Now before the throne of God, Sealed with His eternal name, Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in ev'ry hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 3 They, before diseased, unknown, On immortal fruits now feed; Them the Lamb amidst the throne Shall to living fountains lead.
Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels their fears, And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away all tears.
1 AROUND the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band,
Singing, Glory, glory, glory!
2 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love? How came those children there?
3 Because the Saviour shed His blood To wash away their sin;
Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean; Singing, etc.
4 On earth they sought their Saviour's grace, On earth they loved His name;
And now they see His blessèd face, And stand before the Lamb;
1 THERE is a glorious world of light
Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed, clothed in white, Adore the Lord most high.
2 But, hark! amid the joyful song Those happy voices raise,
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues Unite, and perfect praise. 3 Soon must our earthly course be run, Our mortal frames decay; Teachers and children, one by one, Must fade, and pass away.
4 O may the deeply solemn thought On every heart remain— We cannot to this heaven be brought Unless we're born again!
333 Happiness of Heaven. 1 CHILDREN who are gone to glory,
Mingle now their sweetest strains; They, with countless choirs of angels, Fill with praise the heavenly plains; Songs triumphant
Tune their harps where Jesus reigns. 2 While on earth they had afflictions, Natures vile, and tempting foes; Now, secure from every danger, They enjoy a sweet repose; Peace eternal
Now succeeds to all their woes. 3 Be it our concern to follow
All their upward footsteps here; And, like them, to know a Saviour, Feel His love and learn His fear; That in glory
We, with them, may there appear.
1 HEAVEN is that pure and blissful place Where God the Saviour reigns;
And where the children of His grace Praise Him in endless strains. 2 With heavenly zeal each bosom glows, Pure love inspires each breast; With lively joy each heart o'erflows, Through the bright realms of rest. 3 The Lamb of God on Calvary slain, For sinners doomed to die, Does there in brightest glory reign, And fills all heaven with joy.
4 Redeemed spirits cast their crowns In rapture at His feet;
And seraphs bright, and powers, and thrones, His highest praise repeat.
15 O may we reach that blissful place, And join that glorious throng! Then will we praise redeeming grace In one eternal song.
1 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their bright array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day?
2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great, Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky.
4 His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every voice to sing;
By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring.
5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day.
6 In pastures green He'll lead His flock Where living streams appear,
And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.
336 1 WE speak of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confessed,-
But what must it be to be there? 2 We speak of its pavements of gold, Its walls decked with jewels so rare; Its wonders and beauties untold,-
But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care; From trials without and within,—
But what must it be to be there? 4 We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear;
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