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2 But, hark ! amid the joyful song
Those happy voices raise,
Unite, and perfect praise.
Our mortal frames decay;
Must fade, and pass away.
On every heart remain-
Unless we're born again ! 333 Happiness of Heaven. 8.7.4. 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;
That in glory
334 Jesus in Heaven.
Where God the Saviour reigns;
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,
And fills all heaven with joy.
In rapture at His feet; And seraphs bright, and powers, and thrones,
His highest praise repeat. 5 O may we reach that blissful place,
And join that glorious throng ! Then will we praise redeeming grace
In one eternal song. 335 Saints in Glory. 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,
Those robes which shine so bright.
3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand
Before the throne on high,
The glories of the sky.
Tunes every voice to sing ;
With glad hosannas ring.
Nor suns with scorching ray ;
Diffuse eternal day.
Where living streams appear,
Shall wipe off every tear. 336 Heaven.
8's. WE speak of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair ;
But what must it be to be there? 2 We speak of its pavements of gold,
Its walls decked with jewels so rare ;
But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care ;
But what must it be to be there? 4 We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear ;
The Church of the first-born above,
But what must it be to be there? 5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare ; And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there. 337 Happiness of Heaven. C.M. 1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise ;
Unknown to mortal eyes.
But half its joys explore,
And dwell on earth no more !
And grief no more complains;
And endless pleasure reigns.
For ever bright and fair!
Can never enter there.
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray ;
Spreads everlasting day.
For Thy bright courts on high ;
The chorus of the sky.
338 Many Mansions.
L.M. 1 BEYOND, beyond the glitt'ring stars,
There, where eternal ages shine,
Mansions of glory, joys divine. 2 Blest mansions ! fixed beyond the bounds
Of sin and sorrow, woe and pain ;
CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 389 Sheep and Goats. 1 WHEN Christ shall come to take His throne,
And judge the sons of men, Each soul of man will stand alone
Before His glory then.
His foes of hope bereft ;
The goats upon the left.
The saints and sinners there!
Those sink in deep despair.
The dark and silent grave, That we to Jesus may be led,
To prove Thy power to save ! 340 Second Coming. 7's double. HARK! that shout of rapt'rous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud ;