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4 While thrones, dominions, princedoms,
powers, And saints made perfect triumph thus: A goodly heritage is ours,
There is a heaven on earth for us. 5 The church of Christ, the school of
grace, The Spirit teaching by the word ! In those our Saviour's steps we trace; By this His living voice is heard. Firm in His footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of His love! And be from grace to glory led, From heaven below to heaven above.
C.M. 624 The holy city, new Jerusalem.
Rev. 21, 2. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!
! When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
And pearly gates behold ; (walls Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold? 30 when, thou city of my God,
Shall í thy courts ascend,
And sabbaths have no end? 4 There happier bowers than Eden's
Nor sin nor sorrow know: [bloom, Blest sonts, through rude and stormy
I onward press to you. [scenes 5 Why should I shrink from pain and
Or feel at death dismay? (woe, I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Around my Saviour stand;
Will join the glorious band. 7 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
S.M. 625 The former things are passed
away.- Rev. 21, 4. 1
Are on their way to heaven;
The prize will there be given. 2 Tis conflict here below;
Tis triumph there, and peace:
In heaven our conflicts cease, 3 Tis gloom and darkness here;
Tis light and joy above:
There all is peace and love.
And ease succeed to care:
They sing and triumph there. 5 Then let us joyful sing!
The conflict is not long:
In one eternal song,
S.M. 626 so shall we ever be with the Lord.
Absent from Him I roam;
A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near
Thy golden gates appear! 4 My thirsty spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
Father, if tis Thy will,
The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfil.
Then can I never fail;
Fight, and I must prevail. 7 So when my latest breath,
Shall rend the veil in twain,
And life eternal gain,
How shall I love that word!
627 Redeemed from among men.–Rev. GW
1 CLIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 8 I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to His death. 4 They marked the footsteps that He
His zeal inspired their breast,- [trod,And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For His own pattern given;
C.M. 628 Death is swallowed up in victory.
Thee, my God, my joys shall And run eternal rounds, [riso, Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
And fly beyond the grave. 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasured space,
In pleasure and in praise.
Shall o'er Thy glories rove;
The wonders of Thy love.
50th. 629 The inheritance of the saints in
light.-Col. 1, 12. ON wings of faith, mount up, my View thine inheritance beyond the
skies: Nor heart can think,normortaltongue
can tell, What endless pleasures in those man
sions dwell: There our Redeemer lives, all bright
and glorious, (victorious, O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns No gnawing grief, no sad, heart-rending rain,
(gain; In that blest country can admission No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting
fear, For God's own hand shall wipe the
falling tear: There our Redeemer lives, all bright
and glorious, (victorious, O’er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns
Beforethethronea crystal riverglides,
virtue bears: There our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
(victorious. O'er sin and death, and hell, He reigns
No rising sun his needless beams dis
plays, No sickly moon emits her feeble rays; The Godhead there celestial glory sheds,
[spreads: The exalted Lamb eternal radiance There our Redeemer lives, all bright
and glorious, (victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns 5 One distant glimpse my eager passion
fires! Jesus! to Theemylonging soulaspires! When shall I at my heavenly home arrive,
(begin to live? When leave this earth, and when For there my Saviour lives, all bright and glorious,
(victorious. O'er sin, and death, and hell, He reigns
18.104.22.168.7.7. 630 what are these which are arrayed 1 W
HO are these in dazzling brightness And in robes of purest whiteness,
Raising high their noble psalm?
Glory to the Lamb,” they cry. 2 Out of fearful tribulation
They are come this joy to gain,
Each one washed from earthly stain;
All appear before their God.
For their Saviour's honour long;
Following not the sinful throng:
And with them He dwells in light. 4 Hunger they no more for ever,
For the Lamb Himself shall feed;
Them the Infinite shall lead;