C.M. 631 They are without fault before the throne of God.-Rev. 14, 5. 1 WHAT countless crowd on stands, From every land and tongue, Zion The palm branch waving in their hands, The white robes round them flung? 2 These out of tribulation came, The thorny crown they wore; Believing, they confest His name, Whose cross they meekly bore. 8 In the Lamb's life-blood washed they white Their robes of sin and woe, Now round His glorious throne of light Purer they shine than snow. 4 Sinners no more, in Him complete, Their Saviour's love they sing! While angels, listening, learn to greet, With loftier joys their King. 5 We mourn our sins; with faint desire A faltering prayer we raise; But sinners ransomed lead the choir 7s. 632 Clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands.-Rev. 7, 2. 1 PALMS of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Conquerors, priests, and kings, are they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palins To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim, in joyful psalms, Victory through His cross alone. 3 Round the altar, priests confess If their robes are white as snow, "Twas their Saviour's righteousness, And His blood that made them so. 4 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!" 5 Who are these? On earth they dwelt, 8.7.4. 633 And again they said, Alleluia.— 1 HA Rev. 19, 3. ALLELUJAH! high and glorious Concert of the upper sky! Hallelujah! Church victorious! How ye lift the strain on high! We poor exiles Join not yet your melody. In the wilderness we mourn. Then our endless song shall be. C.M. 634 Absent from the body ... present with the Lord.-2 Cor. 5, 8. 1 IN vain our fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround the saints Her station near the throne 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 4 Thus much-and this is all-we know, They are supremely blest, Have done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Saviour rest. S.M. 635 Lift up your heads, for your re demption draweth nigh.-Luke 21,28. 1A FEW more years shall roll, 2 4 A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er; A few more toils, a few more tears, A few more sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, 5 Tis but a little while, 6 And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives Then, gracious Lord, prepare And wash us in Thy precious blood, C.M. 636 It doth not yet appear what we 1 shall be.-1 John 3, 2. THERE is a heaven of perfect peace, But what that tearless region is It doth not yet appear. 2 And there are angels, strong and fair, Who know not sin nor fear; But what the robes of white they wear- 3 And there are ransomed spirits too, 4 And there are sweet commingling thoughts, And blest communion there; [notesBut how they blend their heavenly It doth not yet appear. 5 And there is worship in the sky, But how they sweep their harps on [high6 Then, O my soul, with patience wait, The happy hour is near, When thou shalt pass the pearly gate, C.M. 637 In Thy presence is fulness of joy.— Ps. 16, 11. 10 The glories of the place THE delights, the heavenly joys Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams 2 Sweet majesty and awful love And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow. 3 Princes to His imperial name Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice To see Him wear the crown. 4 Behold those blessed feet of His, High on a throne of light they stand 5 His head, the dear majestic head 6 This is the Man, the exalted Man, But, when our eyes behold His face 8s. 638 The things which are not seen.— 1 2 Cor. 4, 18. WE sing of the realms of the blest, That country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confest, But what will it be, to be there! 2 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials, without and within, But what must it be, to be there! 3 We speak of its service of love, Of robes which the glorified wear, The church of the first-born above; But what must it be, to be there! 4 Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe, For heaven our spirits prepare; And shortly we also shall know, And feel what it is, to be there. THE CHURCH OF CHRIST: ITS UNITY. C.M. 639 Let us join ourselves to the Lord in a perpetual covenant.-Jer. 50, 5. 1 ENQUIRE, ye pilgrims, for the way That leads to Zion's hill; And thither set your steady face 2 Invite the strangers all around, And spread the sentiments you feel 3 Come, let us to His temple haste, 4 Come, let us join our souls to God, And seize the blessings He bestows, |