HYMN 831.

The saints in heaven, who they were, and whence they came. C. M.

10 FOR the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and there

Behold the saints, how great their joys,
How bright their glories are.
2 Once they were mourners here below,
And pour'd out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sin, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came:
They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,—
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps Jesus trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And foll'wing him, their Saviour, God,
They've gain'd the promised rest.
5 Our gracious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;

And his long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven,
HYMN 832.

The contrast between the earthly and heavenly state of the Saints, and prayer to copy their pious example. L. M.

O! round the throne, a glorious band,

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The saints in countless myriads stand, Of every tongue redeem'd to God, Array'd in garments wash'd in blood. 2 Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame; But now from all their labours rest, In God's eternal glory blest.

3 They see the Saviour face to face; They sing the triumph of his grace;

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In endless day, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.
4 O, may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.

HYMN 833.

L. 79. Altered. The heavenly state of those who once suffered tribulation in the cause of Christ. 4 lines 7's.

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HO are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun?
Foremost of the sons of light,-—
Nearest the eternal throne?

2 These are they who bore the cross,
Nobly for their Master stood,
Suffer'd in his righteous cause,

And were cleansed by his blood;

3 Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night: God resides among his own,

God doth in his saints delight. 4 More than conquerors at last,

Here they find their troubles o'er;
They have all their suff'rings past;
Hunger now and thirst no more;-
5 No excessive heat they feel

From the sun's directer ray;
In the heavenly clime they dwell,-
Region of eternal day:-

6 Over them the Lord doth reign;
Them the Lamb shall always feed;
With the tree of life sustain;
To the living fountains lead.

HYMN 834.

The happy meeting of friends in heaven joyously expected.

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WHILE in flesh disjoin'd,
Our friends that went before
We soon in paradise shall find,
And meet to part no more;
In yon thrice happy seat,
Waiting for us they are;

And thou shalt there a husband meet,
And I a parent there!

2 O what a mighty change
Shall Jesus' suff'rers know,

While o'er the happy plains they range,
Incapable of woe!

No ill-requited love

Shall there our spirits wound:
No base ingratitude above,-

No sin in heaven is found.

3 There all our griefs are spent;
There all our sorrows end;
We cannot there the fall lament
Of a departed friend;

A brother dead to God,
By sin, alas! undone:

No father there, in passion loud,
Cries,-O, my son! my

son!

4 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy,
Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy:
In that eternal day

No clouds or tempests rise;
There gushing tears are wiped away
For ever from our eyes.

HYMN 835.

Christians anticipating soon to meet old deceased companions in glory. C. M.

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OUR old companions in distress

We haste again to see;
Intensely long for our release,
And full felicity.

2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands
With those who went before,

And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

3 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound.

4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide,
And, when the word is given,

Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land our souls in heaven.

HYMN 836.

L. 224. Altered. Earthly suffering mitigated by the prospect of heavenly enjoyment. C. M.

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AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint or die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high,
2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,-
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

3 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:

4 I suffer my allotted years,
Till my Deliv❜rer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

5 O what hath Jesus bought for me,
And placed before mine eyes?
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

6 A countless throng of spirits bright
Enjoy the pleasures there;
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conqu'ring palms they bear.
7 O, what are all our suff'rings here,
If Lord thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;

But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

HYMN 837.

L. 465. Altered. Believers encouraged in their warfare by the belief that they will finally triumph and enjoy heavenly fellowship. C. M.

1 THE heavenly treasure now we have
In a vile house of clay;

But Christ will to the utmost save,
And keep us till that day.

2 Our souls are in his mighty hand,
And he will keep them still;
And you and I shall surely stand
With him on Zion's hill.

3 Him eye to eye we there shall see;
Each face like his shall shine:

O what a glorious company, When saints and angels join! 4 0 what a joyful meeting there! In robes of white array'd,