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4 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
5 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
595 Strangers and pilgrims.-1 Pet.
let our souls, on wings sub
Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
596 4 far more exceeding and eternal
weight of glory.-2 Cor. 4, 17.
Y thoughts surmount these lower
There I behold, with sweet delight,
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.
3 His promise stands for ever firm,
4 Light are the pains that nature brings:
5 I would not be a stranger still
597 I beseech Thee, shew me Thy glory.
-Ex. 33, 18.
ATHER, I long, I faint to see
The place of Thine abode;
To leave Thine earthly courts and flee
2 Here I behold Thy distant face,
3 I'd part with all the joys of sense
4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
With wonder and with love."
5 There would I vie with all the host
While less than nothing I would boast,
6 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes, The humbler I shall lie;
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
598 In my Father's house are many
mansions.-John 14, 2.
1 HAVE a home above,
From sin and sorrow free
A mansion which eternal love
He passed through death's dark raging
To make my rest secure.
The earnest has been given;
He leads me onward to the home
Bright angels guard my way;
Encamping round me night and day,
Loved ones are gone before,
But more than all I long
His glories to behold,
Whose smile fills all that radiant throng
With ecstacy untold.
That bright, yet tender smile
My sweetest welcome there
Shall cheer me through the "little while"
I tarry for Him here.
Thy love, Thou precious Lord,
My joy and strength shall be;
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening
That bids me rise to Thee.
And then through endless days,
In happier, holier strains I'll praise
599 Seek those things which are above.
-Col. 3, 1.
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:
VICTORY OVER DEATH.
600 Blessed are the dead which die in
the Lord.-Rev. 14, 13.
HEAR what the voice from heaven
For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
2 They sleep in Jesus and are blest:
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
601 An inheritance incorruptible, and
undefiled.-1 Pet. 1, 4.1
BLEST be the Everlasting God,
Be His abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored.
2 When from the dead he raised His Son And called Him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
3 What though our inbred sins require
4 There's an inheritance divine
5 Saints by the power of God are kept
We walk by faith, as strangers here,
602 The victory through our Lord
Jesus Christ.-1 Cor. 15, 57.
To triumph o'er the monster, Death,
2 Joyful with all the strength I have,
3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure;
4 Now to the God of victory
Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Through Christ our living Head.