627 REST (STAINER) 8.8.8.8.8.8.

Sir John Stainer, 1875

1 We sing His love, who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived a

- gain,

That all His saints through Him might have E ternal con-quests o'er the grave:

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to im- mor - tal

2 The saints who now with Jesus sleep
His own almighty power shall keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day
When death itself shall die away:

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ His risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust and silent clay
To realms of everlasting day!

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

4 When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more:

5

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display,
When all Thy saints from death shall rise
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies:

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

In Suppl. to Rev. Rowland Hill's "Psalms and Hymns," 1796 (ascribed to him)

The following Hymns are also suitable:

236 To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God. 238 Alleluia! Alleluia!

242 Jesus lives! thy terrors now.

619 The saints of God! their conflict past.

Where tri - als nev - er come, Nor tears of sor · row flow;

2 Truly "Jerusalem" name we that shore,
"Vision of Peace," that brings joy evermore;
Wish and fulfilment can severed be ne'er,
Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.

3 We, where no trouble distraction can bring,
Safely the anthems of Zion shall sing;

While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
Thy blessed people shall evermore raise.

4 There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er,
Those Sabbath-keepers have one and no more;
One and unending is that triumph-song
Which to the angels and us shall belong.

5 Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
We for that country must yearn and must sigh;
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,

Through our long exile on Babylon's strand.

6 Low before Him with our praises we fall,

Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all;
Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son;
Through whom, the Spirit, with these, ever One.

Peter Abelard (1079-1142). Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1854

As through the courts of heaven it rolled In wondrous har mo

(See also ALFORD, No. 261)