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The tomb is built, or the rock is cleft,
Or delved is the grassy clod,
O what is left--but God !
The flowers they wore are faded ;
And hope's sweet dreamings shaded;
From our heart of hearts are riven;
O what is left—but Heaven !
Doxology. C. M.
Hear us, coequal Son!
While ceaseless ages run. 1220.
I have no home nor stay with you;
I'll march to Canaan's land,
I'll land on Canaan's shore,
And troubles come no more,
Farewell, my loving friends, farewell! 2. Farewell, my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortals' care or bliss;
I'll march to Canaan's land, etc. 3. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound in cords of love;
I'll march to Canaan's land, etc.
4. Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,
You've struggled long and hard for heaven; You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown shall soon be given.
I'll march to Canaan's land, etc.
Till we shall meet again above;
And trees of life bear fruits of love. 2. That glory sits on every face,
There friendship smiles in every eye;
That led us homeward to the sky.
Shall our harmonious voices rove;
The wonders of His bleeding love. 4. Come, sovereign Lord! dear Saviour, come!
Remove these separating days;
That golden hour, how long it stays ? 5. How long must we lie lingering here,
While saints around us take their flight?
And mount the hills of heavenly light. 6. Sweet soul, we leave thee to thy rest,
Enjoy thy Jesus and thy God,
Spring out and climb the shining road.
L. M. 1. There is a harp whose thrilling sound
Swells through the choirs of heaven above; 'Mid the blue arch the notes resound,
While angels catch the song of love.
2. 'Tis when beyond this vale of tears,
A sainted spirit wings its way;
In robes of bright, ethereal day.
In choral numbers, loud and long;
And hallelujahs swell the song. 1223.
The clime of cloudless beauty, flies;
She hails her heaven in the skies;
If Thou art absent, holy Love!
Smiteth the hosts with trembling hand;
To touch with flame the angel-band;
The harps of heaven wake not to love!
In harmony that soothes the soul;
And when on thunders thunders roll;
And cheer our hearts, celestial Love! TAPPAN. 1224.
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!
2. Come, O my comfort and delight!
My strength, and health, and shield, and sun,
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings;
The reach of these inferior things; 2. Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3. O, for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
Clothed in a body like our own. 4. Adoring saints around Him stand,
And thrones and powers before Him fall: The God shines gracious through the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all. 5. O, what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And spread the triumph of their King! 6. When shall the day, deår Lord, appear,
That I shall mount, to dwell above;
And view Thy face, and sing, and love!
And walk with Jesus clothed in white,
Where pilgrims meet to part no more.
2. Released from sorrow, sin, and strife,
Death was the gate to endless life,
And sing His love in melting strains. 3. They gaze upon His beauteous face,
And tell the wonders of His grace;
Sink down, adoring at His feet.
And sometimes sing, and sometimes weep. When shall I wake in heaven to prove
The heights and depths of Jesus love.
1. O for a sweet, inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns. 2. There, low before His glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 3. Immortal glories crown His head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
Through all th assemblies of the skies. 4. He smiles—and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze;
Resourt His everlasting praise.
Shall join at last the heavenly choir,