2 To dwell with Christ in bliss, 3 The Lamb is there the light, 4 Unutterable joy And peace for ever flow, And pure delights, which never cloy, 5 This hope shall be our stay To calm our fears, and cheer our way 414. The Joy of the Lord. * Mat. 25. 21, Ps. 16. 11. Ps. 36. 8. Heb. 12. 1, 2. 1 O THAT transporting thought! To love and praise him as we ought, 2 "Tis sweet to know his grace, 3 The saints in glory know 4 They dwell where Jesus is 5 My soul to this aspires, And bids my fears be still, 6 In patience let me bear These light afflictions now, My heart, my hope, my treasure there, 415. The Church triumphant. * Ps. 16, 11. 1 Cor 13. 10, 12. Rev. 2. 10. Rev. 12. 11. Eph. 6. 10. 1 BEFORE the Saviour's radiant throne Their pleasures flow from him alone, 2 Faintly they trac'd his beauty here, 3 Immortal crowns from him they love, And with adoring hosts above 40 happy souls, releas'd at last 5 Here in their Saviour's strength they fought, 6 The conflict we awhile prolong, But let us in the Lord be strong, 416. The glorified. Spirits of the Martyrs. Rev. 7. 9. &c. * 1 WHAT glorious forms are these, who stand Before the throne at God's right hand? Their numbers never can be told, And all the palms of victory hold. 2 Their robes are of the purest white, And like the sun of dazzling light: Revered messenger, declare From whence they came, and who they are? 3 These are the followers of the Lamb, 5 These happy souls the Lamb will feed, 417. Glory. * 2 Cor. 4. 17. Mat. 25. 34. 1 Pet. 5. 4 Rom. 8. 18, 39. Phil. 3. 20. 1 Cor. 15. 43. 1 John 3. 2. Rev. 3 11 1 THERE'S an exceeding weight of bliss Eternal, unexplor'd; "Tis GLORY,-O my soul rejoice At that transporting word. 2 GLORY! what thought can rise so high? What tongue can that explain? A kingdom 'tis for us prepar'd, 3 There they enjoy eternal rest 4 Tho' cruel foes should vex us now, O these are nothing when compar'd 5 No foes can separate our souls Our sufferings here are light and short, 5 When he the righteous Judge shall come Triumphant in the skies, Our bodies now in vileness sown Shall all in GLORY rise. 7 But stay, my soul, what GLORY is And 'tis enough for thee to know 418. Doxology. GLORY be to the FATHER's name, And to the SPIRIT give the same, |