2. Blest Saviour, grant it, by thy grace;
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear.
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
3. And when the archangel's trump shall sound, Let me among thy saints be found,
To see thy smiling face:
Then in triumphant strains I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
1. OH, there will be mourning
Before the judgment-seat,
When this world is burning,
Beneath Jehovah's feet!
Friends and kindred there will part,
Will part to meet no more;
Wrath will sink the rebel's heart,
While saints on high adore.
Oh, there will be mourning
Before the judgment-seat.
2. Oh, there will be mourning
Before the judgment-seat!
When the trumpet's warning
The sinner's ear shall greet!
3. Oh, there will be mourning
Before the judgment-seat!
When, from dust returning,
The lost their doom shall meet.
4. Oh, there will be mourning
Before the judgment-seat;
Justice, ever frowning,
Shall seal the sinner's fate.
317. C. M. Double.
1. THERE is a glorious world of light,
Above the starry sky,
Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most high.
And hark! amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues
Unite in perfect praise.
2. Those are the hymns that we shall know If Jesus we obey;
That is the place where we shall go
If found in wisdom's way;
This is the joy we ought to seek
And make our chief concern ;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read and hear and learn.
3. Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal name decay,
Children and teachers, one by one,
Must pass from earth away.
Great God, impress the serious thought
This day on every breast,
That both the teachers and the taught
May enter to thy rest.
1. BEAUTIFUL Zion, built above,
Beautiful city, that I love,
Beautiful gates of pearly white,
Beautiful temple,-God its light!
He who was slain on Calvary
Opens those pearly gates to me.
2. Beautiful heaven, where all is light, Beautiful angels, clothed in white, Beautiful strains, that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir! There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshipping at the Saviour's feet.
3. Beautiful crowns on every brow,
Beautiful palms the conquerors show,
Beautiful robes the ransom'd wear,
Beautiful all who enter there!
Thither I press with eager feet;
There shall my rest be long and sweet.
4. Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs the angels sing, Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, Beautiful home of perfect peace! There shall my eyes the Saviour see: Haste to this heavenly home with me.
1 My Saviour has gone to prepare
A place for the child of his love,
And now he's awaiting me there,
In the house of his Father above.
2 That house is beyond the blue sky,
More bright than I ever could tell:
I shall only go home, when I die,
With my Brother and Father to dwell.
3 I have treasures laid up for me there,-
A crown of the loveliest gold;
And my Father will give me to wear
A dress that will never grow old.
4. And perhaps he will give me bright wings, To fly on long errands for him,
And a harp with its sweet-sounding strings,
Which never are tuneless or dim.
5. Oh, I long for those mansions so fair,
And to join with the angels in white,
You will hear me, perhaps, when I'm there
I shall sing out so loud with delight.
1. THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign:
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2. There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dress'd in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.
4. Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.
1. COME, let us sing of heaven above,
Our glorious, happy home,
Where dwells the Saviour whom we love,
And who has bid us come.
Oh, that is joyful, joyful, joyful!
Oh, that is joyful,
That Jesus bids us come
To dwell with him above,
And sing the everlasting song
Of his redeeming love.
2. Angels are there around the throne,
Sweet notes of praise they sing;
All glory to our God alone,
And to our Saviour-King.
Oh, that is joyful! &c.
3. And children join the glorious song,
Who once lived here below;
But now, amid that sinless throng,
They no more sorrow know.
Oh, that is joyful! &c.
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