947 The redeemed in heaven. L. M. O round the throne, a glorious band, 3 They see the Saviour face to face; 4 0, may we tread the sacred road The spirits of the just made perfect. WHO are these array'd in white, WHO Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne? Blood that washes white as snow; 949 I 27th P. M. 4 lines 11s. I would not live alway. WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for its joys, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his GodAway from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. 950 I Having a desire to depart. I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode; And fly to the mountain of God! Survey by the light of my Lord: 3 How happy the people that dwell No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive. 951 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. -And to be with Christ, which is far better. WHEN shall we sweetly remove, O when shall we enter our rest,Return to the Zion above, The mother of spirits distress'd;— That city of God the great King, Where sorrow and death are no more, Where saints our Immanuel sing, And cherub and seraph adore? 2 But angels themselves cannot tell The light of his heavenly face: 3 Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer We long thy appearing to see, Resign'd to the burden we bear, But longing to triumph with thee: 'Tis good at thy word to be here; "Tis better in thee to be gone, And see thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in thy throne. 952 S. M. A house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. W If this vile house of clay, E know, by faith we know, This tabernacle, sink below, 2 We have a house above, Not made with mortal hands; 3 It stands securely high, Our glorious mansion in the sky 4 Full of immortal hope, 5 Lord, let us put on thee And rise prepared thy face to see, 6 Thy grace with glory crown, 953 18th P. M. 10, 5, 11. Eternity near. 1OME, let us anew our journey pursue, COME, With vigour arise, And press to our permanent place in the skies. Of heavenly birth, though wand'ring on earth, This is not our place, But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. 2 At Jesus's call, we give up our all; For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below. And still we are seeking a country above:3 A country of joy without any alloy; We thither repair; Our hearts and our treasure already are there. We march hand in hand to Immanuel's land; No matter what cheer We meet with on earth, for eternity's here! 4 The rougher the way, the shorter our stay; The tempests that rise Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies: The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; The troubles that come Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home. 954 The joyful meeting. S. M. AVIOUR of sinful men, Thy goodness we proclaim, Which brings us here to meet again, Thy mighty Name hath been Our safeguard and our tower, Hath saved us from the world and sin, 2 Awhile in flesh disjoin'd, And thou shalt there a husband meet, |