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7. There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Above the starry sky,
Adore the Lord most high.
Those heavenly voices raise,
Unite in perfect praise.
If Jesus we obey :
If found in wisdom's way.
Our mortal frame decay ;
Must die and pass away.
This day, on every breast,
Doxology. C. M.
Blessed Trinity, to Thee !
Praise and endless glory be.
This innumerable throng,
Hymning one triumphant song ?
“Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
New dominion every hour."
These from great afflictions came;
Sealed with His almighty name,
Victor palms in every hand,
More than conquerors they stand.
On immortal fruits they feed;
Shall to living fountains lead;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
Crowns that never fade away,
Priests, and kings, and conquerors, they. 2. Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amid the throne;
Victory through His cross alone.
Crying, as they strike the chords “ Take the kingdom ; it is thine,
King of kings, and Lord of lords."
If their robes are white as snow,
And His blood, that made them so.
5. Who are these? On earth they dwelt,
Sinners once of Adam's race;
But were saved by sovereign grace.
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
Triumph, reign, and shine, on high!
1. Who are these arrayed in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun ?
Nearest the eternal throne?
Nobly for their Master stood;
Followers of the dying God.
Washed their robes, by faith, below,
Blood that washes white as snow;
Serve their Maker day and night;
God doth in His saints delight,
1. DEATHLESS principle, arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
2. Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away;
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar.
Wait thy passage through the shade;
Saints and angels joined in one;
Stand before yon dazzling throne !
All in milk-white robes arrayed;
Crowns of glory on their head.
Cry aloud, in heavenly lays-
God the glorious Saviour praise;
Him who reigns enthroned on high;
Let the morning stars reply.
Next the saints in glory they ;
They their silent homage pay ;
Prostrate on their face, before
God and His Messiah fall;
C. WESLEY. 1256.
1. Much in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Steep with tears the bread of life.
Join the war, and face the foe;
Dreary is the long campaign.
Will ye quit the battle-field ?
Nor your foes shall rally more.
Speaks their forces overthrown,
. H. KWHITE. 1257.
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;
To where the fountains are ever flowing. 2. There the glory is ever shining !
O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there;
I long have wandered forlorn and weary. 3. There's the city to which I journey;
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light!