vi 2 See that glory; how resplendent!
Brighter far than fancy paints;
There in majesty transcendent
Jesus reigns the King of saints:
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of his love;
Through the heav'ns his praises sounding,
Filling all the courts above:
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
4 Go and share his people's glory,
Mid the ransom'd crowd appear;
Thine a joyful, wondrous story,
One that angels love to hear:
Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy.
S. M.--Watchman.
Rest for the weary soul.
aff 1 OH, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh!
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be driven from thy face,
And evermore undone!
C. M.-Moravian.
The heavenly city. Rev. xx. 21.
"1 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end
In joy and peace in thee?
[2 When shall these eyes thy heav'n-built walls
And pearly gates behold;
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?]
3 Oh when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end?
aff 4 Why should I shrink from sin and wo?
Or feel, at death, dismay?
Jerusalem I soon shall view,
In realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
There shall my labors have an end
When I thy joys shall see.
L. M.-Repose.
Happiness in heaven.
d 10 HAPPY saints that dwell in light,
And walk with Jesus cloth'd in white,
Safe landed on that peaceful shore
Where pilgrims meet to part no more!
2 Releas'd from sorrow, sin, and strife,
Death was the gate to endless life;
And now they range the heav'nly plains,
And sing his love in melting strains.
3 They gaze upon his beauteous face,
And tell the wonders of his grace;
Or overwhelm'd with rapture sweet,
Sink down adoring at his feet.
di 4 Ah! Lord, with falt'ring steps I creep,
And sometimes sing and sometimes weep;
When shall I wake in heav'n to prove
The heights and depths of Jesus' love?
Berridge.
C. P. M.-Lanesborough.
Enjoyment of heaven.
1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand'rers given:
There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A calm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above in heav'n.
2 There is a home for weary souls
By sin and sorrow driv'n;
When toss'd on life's tempest'ous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heav'n.
3 There faith lifts up her tearful eye
To brighter prospects giv'n;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heav'n.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are giv'n:
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heav'n.
C. M.-Barby. Colchester.
A song of heaven.
1 SOFT echoes from the bending sky,
Repeat the solemn strain:
And let the voice of harmony
Descend to earth again!
f2"O worthy is the Lamb of God,
The Lamb that once was slain,
Within this high and bright abode
Eternally to reign.
3" All blessing, honor, glory, pow'r,
Unto the Lamb be giv'n;
The Lamb of God for evermore,
The King of earth and heav'n."
pp 4 The breathing accents die away Upon the list'ning ear;
Yet would my soul for ever stay
The joyful sound to hear.
ff5 "O worthy is the Lamb of God,
The Lamb that once was slain,
Within this high and bright abode
Eternally to reign.
6 "All blessing, honor, glory, pow'r,
Unto the Lamb be giv'n;
The Lamb of God for evermore,
The King of earth and heav'n."
C. M.-Barby. ex.
Martyrs glorified. Rev. vii. 13, &c.
1 "THESE glorious minds, how bright they
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?"
ag 2 From tort'ring pains to endless joys,
On fiery wheels they rode;
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach th' eternal God,
And bow before his throne;
With warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face
Fill all the blest abode,
While the rich treasures of his grace
Are their celestial food.
5 Hunger and thirst no more shall come,
Nor earthliness of taste:
The fruit of life's immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heav'nly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe the tears
Of sorrow from their eyes.
Christ and the cloud of witnesses in heaven.
vi 1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.
2 I ask them whence their vict'ry came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.
3 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod ·
(His zeal inspir'd their breast;)
And following their incarnate God,
Possess'd the promis'd rest.
4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern giv'n:
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heav'n.
S. M.-Sicily.
The bright path to heaven.
1 NOW let our voices join
To form a sacred song;`
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.
2 There flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
3 There Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.
4 All honor to his name
Who marks the shining way;
To him who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day.
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