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7. There 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.



C. M.
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.

Doxology. C. M.
Through the everlasting ages,

Blessed Trinity, to Thee !
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

Praise and endless glory be.


1. W110 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,
’T was 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!


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1. Who 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 ;

Prostrate on their face, before

God and His Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise-adore-
Shout the Lamb that died for all.

C. WESLEY. 1256.

1. Much in sorrow, oft in woe,

Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight; and, worn with strife,

Steep with tears the bread of life.
2. Onward, Christians, onward go ;

Join the war, and face the foe;
Faint not: much doth yet remain;

Dreary is the long campaign.
3. Shrink not, Christians—will ye yield ?

Will ye quit the battle-field ?
Fight till all the conflict 's o’er,

Nor your foes shall rally more.
3. But when loud the trumpet blown,

Speaks their forces overthrown,
Christ, your Captain, shall bestow
Crowns to grace the conqueror's brow.

. H. KWHITE. 1257.

P. M.
1. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger,

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night;
Do not detain me, for I am going,

To where the fountains are ever flowing. 2. There the glory is ever shining !

O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there;
Here in this country so dark and dreary,

I long have wandered forlorn and weary. 3. There's the city to which I journey;

My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light!
There is no sorrow, nor any sighing,
Nor any tears there, nor any dying!

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