Prostrate on their face, before
God and His Messiah fall;
Then in hymns of praise adore-
Shout the Lamb that died for all.
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.
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!
BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision,
All the ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian:
Lo! we lift our longing eyes,
Break, ye intervening skies!
Sons of righteousness, arise,
Ope the gates of Paradise,
2. Floods of everlasting light!
Freely flash before Him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore Him;
Angelic trumps resound His fame;
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of His name;
Heaven echoing the theme.
3. Four and twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout His glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before His throne,
Cry, in reverential tone,
Glory be to God alone,
Holy! Holy! Holy One.
4. Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem, methinks, to seize us;
Join we too the holy lays-
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraph's song,
Sweetest note on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung
Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
1. Он, exiled Paradise,
Oh, how we long for thee!
When wilt thou robe the earth?
When plant life's healing tree?
Thou hast fresh blooming vales,
Where glittering fountains play,
And sweet sequestered dales
Hid in thy groves away!
Oh, for thy smiling hills,
With gush of clear cascade!
Forever flowing rills,
By living waters made!
2. Oh for thy fragrant flowers,
That bloom through all the year! Oh for thy rosy bowers,
The wilderness to cheer!
With songs sing joyfully,
And shout the harvest home!
Awake the harp and lute,
In praises to the King
Who reigns on David's throne,
To him hosannas bring!
3. Jesus shall ever reign!
When His bright kingdom comes
The sun shall be ashamed
Before His dazzling thrones!
The moon, confounded, then,
Shall hide her silver ray,
And saints of every age,
Rejoice in glorious day!
Oh, exiled Paradise,
Oh, how we long for thee!
Robe thou anew the earth—
Bring back Life's healing tree.
1. In the broad fields of heaven,
In the immortal bowers
By life's clear river side,
Amid undying flowers-
There hosts of beauteous souls,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands of love,
Sing of their human birth.
2. They sing of earth and heaven-
Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Lord,
Who called them to the skies:
They all are there—in heaven-
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can dim
Their bright and holy rest.
1. THERE is a holy city,
A happy world above,
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;
An everlasting temple,
And saints arrayed in white,
There serve their great Redeemer,
And dwell with Him in light.
2. The meanest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
But who can speak the splendor
Of that eternal throne
Where Jesus sits exalted,
In godlike majesty?
The elders fall before Him,
The angels bend the knee.
3. Is this the Man of sorrows,
Who stood at Pilate's bar,
Condemned by haughty Herod,
And by his men of war?
He seems a mighty conqueror,
Who spoiled the powers below,
And ransomed many captives
From everlasting woe!
4. The hosts of saints around Him
Proclaim His work of grace;
The patriarchs and prophets,
And all the godly race,
Who speak of fiery trials
And tortures on their way—
They came from tribulation
To everlasting dày.
5. And what shall be my journey,
How long I'll stay below,
Or what shall be my trials,
Are not for me to know.
In every day of trouble,
I'll raise my thoughts on high;
I'll think of the bright temple,
And crowns above the sky.
1. We are on our journey home,
Where Christ our Lord is gone;
We shall meet around His throne,
When He makes His people one
In the new Jerusalem.
2. We can see that distant home,
Tho' clouds rise dark between;
Faith views the radiant dome,
And a luster flashes keen
From the new Jerusalem.
3. O glory shining far
From the never-setting Sun!
O trembling morning star!
Our journey's almost done
To the new Jerusalem.
4. O holy, heavenly home!
O, rest eternal there!
When shall the exiles come,
Where they cease from earthly care,
In the new Jerusalem.
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