FROM far we see the glorious day,
When He who bore our sins away,
Will all His majesty display.
"A Man of Sorrows once He was,
No friend was found to plead His cause,
For all prefer'd the world's applause.
3 He groan'd beneath sin's awful load,
For in the sinner's place He stood,
And died to bring us back to God.
4 But now He sits with glory crown'd, While angel hosts the throne surround, And still His lofty praises sound.
5 To few on earth His name is dear;
And they who in His cause appear,
The world's reproach and scorn must bear.
6 Yet soon there is a day to come,
When He will seal the scorner's doom,
And take His mourning people home.
Jesus, Thy name is all our boast,
And though by waves of trouble tost,
Thou wilt not let Thine own be lost.
8 Come then, come quickly from above,
Our souls impatient long to prove
The depths of Thine eternal love.
1 AWAKE our souls, awake from sloth,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands our zeal,
And an eternal crown.
2 'Tis Jesus' animating voice
That calls us from on high;
"Tis His own hand presents the prize— The crown of victory.
3 He, for the joy before Him set, (So boundless was His love), Endured the cross, despised the shame, And now He reigns above.
4 If He unnumber'd griefs and wrongs
With meekness did sustain,
O how can we, whose sins He bore,
Of lighter ills complain?
5 Saviour, redeem'd and call'd by Thee,
Have we our race begun ;
When crown'd with victory, at Thy feet We'll lay our honours down.
1 THE promise is fulfill'd,
Salvation's work is done;
Justice and Mercy reconciled,
For God has raised His Son.
4 For you the Lord intends
A bright abode on high,
The place where sorrow ends,
And nought is known but joy;
With such a hope, ye saints, rejoice,
Ye soon shall hear the archangel's voice.
1 THE day of glory bearing
Its brightness far and near,
The day of Christ's appearing
We now no longer fear.
2 He once a spotless victim For us on Calvary bled; Jehovah did afflict Him,
And bruised Him in our stead.
3 But now He's interceding
For us who on Him rest;
And grace from Him proceeding,
Tells us in Him we 're blest.
4 Then let Him come in glory,
Who comes His saints to raise,
To perfect all the story
Of wonder, love, and praise.
1 HERE we rest,-in wonder viewing
All our sins on Jesus laid!
And a full redemption flowing
From the sacrifice He made.
2 Truly blessed is the station!
Thus upon the Lamh to rest,
And to know in God's salvation,
How the saints are fully blest.
3 Here we find the dawn of heaven,
While upon the Lamb we gaze,
See our trespasses forgiven,
And our songs of triumph raise.
4 Oh! that strong in faith abiding,
We may to the Saviour cleave,
Nought with Him our hearts dividing,
All for Him content to leave.
5 May we still, God's mind discerning,
To the Lamb for wisdom go;
There new wonders daily learning,
All the Father's glory know.
1 JESUS, lead us by Thy power
Safe into the promised rest;
Choose the path; the way whatever
Seems to Thee, O Lord! the best;
Be our guide, in ev'ry peril,
Watch and keep us night and day,
Else our foolish hearts will wander
From the straight and narrow way.
2 Since in Thee we found redemption,
And salvation full and free,
Nothing can our souls dishearten
But forgetfulness of Thee;
Nought can stay our steady progress,
More than conquerors we shall be,
If our eye, whate'er the danger,
Looks to Thee, and none but Thee.
3 In Thy presence we are happy ;
In Thy presence we 're secure ;
In Thy presence all afflictions
We can easily endure;
In Thy presence we can conquer,
We can suffer, we can die;
Wandering from Thee we are feeble:
Let Thy love, then, keep us nigh.
1 FROM Egypt lately freed,
By the Redeemer's grace,
A rough and thorny path we tread
To see Him face to face.
2 The promised rest and peace
Are still in constant view;
How different to the wilderness
We now are passing through!
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