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C.M. 631 They are without fault before the
throne of God.-Rev. 14, 5. 1 WHAT .countless crowd on Zion
, From every land and tongue, 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. 3 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 Of everlasting praise!
78. 632 Clothed with white robes, and
palms in their hands.-Rev. 7, 9. 1 PALMS of glory, raiment bright,
, Gird and deck the saints in light;
Conquerors, priests, and kings, are they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
If their robes are white as snow,
And His blood that made them so.
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,
Sinners once of Adam's race,
But were saved by sovereign grace. 6 They were mortal, too, like us :
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
8.7.4. 633 And again they said, Alleluia.
We poor exiles
Suit not always souls forlorn :
Holy God, we raise to Thee;
C.M. 634 Absent from the body present
with the Lord.--2 Cor. 5, 8. 1 IN vain our fancy
strives to paint
, The glories that surround the saints
When yielding up their breath. 2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, they're gone! Before the willing spirit takes
Her station near the throne 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her heavenward flight; No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides the world of light.
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.
635 re 1 A FEW more years shall roll,
demption draweth nigh.-Luke 21,28.
A few ; And we shall be with those that rest
Asleep within the tomb. 2 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more. 8 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o’er;
And we shall weep no more. 4 A few more sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
The eternal sabbath-day. 8. Tis but a little while,
And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with Him may reign. 6 Then, gracious Lord, prepare
Our souls for that great day,
C.M. 636 It doth, not yet appear what we
be1 John 1 THERE is a heaven of perfect peace,
The is ; 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 wearIt doth not yet appear.
3 And there are ransomed spirits too,
Who once were pilgrims here;
It doth not yet appear. 4 And there are sweet commingling
thoughts, And blest communion there; (notesBut how they blend their heavenly
It doth not yet appear.
And songs of lottiest cheer;
[high6 Then, O my soul, with patience wait,
The happy hour is near,
Where it will all appear!
637 in Thu presence is fulness of joy.O THE delights, the heavenly joys
The Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o'erflowing grace!
Sit smiling on his brow,
At humble distance bow.
Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice
To see Him wear the crown.
That once rude iron tore,
And all the saints adore.
Which cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!
Whom we unseen adore ;
88. 638 The things which are not seen. —
. 1 WE NE sing of the realms of the blest,
That conntry so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confest,
But what will it be, to be there!
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
But what must it be, to be there! 3 We speak of its service of love,
Of robes which the glorified wear,
But what must it be, to be there! 4 Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare ;
know, And feel what it is, to be there.
THE CHURCH OF CHRIST:
C.M. 639 Let us join ourselves to the Lord in a perpetual covenant.-Jer. 50, 5.
, the way That leads to Zion's hill; And thither set your steady face
With a determined will.
Your pious march to join;
Or faith and love divine.
And seek His favour there; Before His footstool humbly bow,
And pour our fervent prayer.
In everlasting bands;
With eager hearts and hands.