5. But O, what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!
6. Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,
When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell among them there?
1. EARTH has engrossed my love too long!
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to Thy throne,
And to my native skies.
2. There the blessed Man, my Saviour sits;
The God! how bright He shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
3. Seraphs, with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains,
With an immortal sound.
4. Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my love, they sing!
Jesus, the life of all our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
5. Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel, too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue-
Here's joyful work for you.
6. I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise;
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!
ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.
1. THERE is a glorious world of light,
Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.
2. And hark! amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.
3. Those are the hymns that we shall know,
If Jesus we obey :
That is the place where we shall go,
If found in wisdom's way.
4. Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay;
Parents and children, one by one,
Must die and pass away.
5. Great God, impress the serious thought,
This day, on every breast,
That both the teachers and the taught,
May enter to Thy rest.
THROUGH the everlasting ages,
Blessed Trinity, to Thee!
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Praise and endless glory be.
1. Who are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?-
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
New dominion every hour."
2. These through fiery trials trod!-
These from great afflictions came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed with His almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand.
3. Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb amid the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And forever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tears.
1. PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light;
Priests, and kings, and conquerors, they.
2. Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amid the throne;
And proclaim, in joyful psalms,
Victory through His cross alone.
3. Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords-
"Take the kingdom; it is thine,
King of kings, and Lord of lords."
4. Round the altar priests confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
"Twas their Saviour's righteousness,
And His blood, that made them so.
5. Who are these? On earth they dwelt,
Sinners once of Adam's race;
Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt,
But were saved by sovereign grace.
6. They were mortal, too, like us;
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
May our souls translated thus,
Triumph, reign, and shine, on high!
1. WHо are these arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?
Foremost of the sons of light;
Nearest the eternal throne?
These are they that bore the cross;
Nobly for their Master stood;
Sufferers in His righteous cause;
Followers of the dying God.
2. Out of great distress they came;
Washed their robes, by faith, below,
In the blood of yonder Lamb-
Blood that washes white as snow;
Therefore are they next the throne;
Serve their Maker day and night;
God resides among His own,
God doth in His saints delight,
1. DEATHLESS principle, arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To His glorious likeness wrought,
Go to shine before His throne,
Deck His mediatorial crown;
Go, His triumphs to adorn,
Born of God-to God return.
2. Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away;
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing, and fired with love,
Shudder not to pass the stream;
Venture all thy care on Him;
Him, whose dying love and power
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar.
3. Saints in glory perfect made,
Wait thy passage through the shade;
Ardent for thy coming o'er,
See, they throng the blissful shore;
Mount, their transports to improve,
Join the longing choir above;
Swiftly to their wish be given,
Kindle higher joy in heaven.
1. LIFT your eyes of faith, and see
Saints and angels joined in one;
What a countless company
Stand before yon dazzling throne!
Each before his Saviour stands,
All in milk-white robes arrayed;
Palms they carry in their hands,
Crowns of glory on their head.
2. Saints, begin the endless song;
Cry aloud, in heavenly lays-
Glory doth to God belong;
God the glorious Saviour praise;
All salvation from Him came-
Him who reigns enthroned on high;
Glory to the bleeding Lamb-
Let the morning stars reply.
3. Angel powers the throne surround;
Next the saints in glory they;
Lulled with the transporting sound,
They their silent homage pay;
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