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6 Father! I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode;
For ever with my God.
HYMN 695, 11s. 695
Longing for Heaven.
WOULD not live always; I ask not to stay,
Are followed by gloom, and beclouded with fear. 2 I would not live always; no,-welcome the
tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread notits gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who—who would live always, away from his
God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, < Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
HYMN 696, C. M. 696
The Martyrs glorified. mf 1 "THESE glorious minds, —how bright they
Whence all their white array ?
Of everlasting day ?”
And strangely washed their raiment white,
And bow before his throne;
Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveiled glories of his face
Among his saints reside,
See all their wants supplied.
Their joys for ever last;
Shall be their sweet repast.
Where living fountains rise;
HYMN 697, 7s. 697
The Redeemed in Heaven. mf 1 WHAT are these in bright array, ,
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song ?-
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
New dominion, every hour!"
These from great affliction came;
Sealed with his almighty name,
Victor palins in every hand,
More than conquerors they stand.
On immortal fruits they feed;
Shall to living fountains lead; mf Joy and gladness banish sighs,
Perfect love dispel all fears,
HYMN 698, 9s, and 68. 698
Prospect of Heaven. f
My belovéd! arise,
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And, with singing, to Zion return. mf 2 We have laid up our love,
With our treasure, above,
The redeemed of the Lord
We remember his word,
First created, to share
Now created again,
That our souls inay remain, Both in time and eternity, thine. 4
With thanks we approve
The design of thy love,
So united in heart
That we never can part
We shall meet at the feast of the Lamb. mf 5
There, Oh! there, at his feet,
We shall joyfully meet,
We shall sing to our lyres,
With the heavenly choirs,
"Hallelujah !"--we sing,
To our Father and King,
HYMN 699, 88.
My soul is in haste to be gone;
And waft me away to his throne.
2 My Saviour! whom absent I love ;
Whom, not having seen, I adore ;
All glory, dominion, and power ;-
My soul from her portion in thee;
And make me eternally free.
Arrayed in thy glories I 'll shine,
The bosom on which I recline.
HYMN 700, 7s. 700
The Victory of the Saints.
Crowns that never fade away,
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palins
To the Lainb amidst the throne;
Victry through his cross alone.
Crying, as they strike the chords -
King of kings, and Lord of lords !"
If their robes are white as snow,
And his blood, that made them so. mp 5 Who were these ?-On earth they dwelt,
Sinners once of Adam's race,P Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt,
But were saved by sovereign grace.
Ah! when we like them shall die,
Triumph, reign, and shine on high!
HYMN 701, C. M. 701
The New Song before the Throne. f
CHAT blissful harmonies above,
In vocal thunders, swell?
What raptured legions tell ?
Do they in triumph sing?
Their inspiration bring ?
The deep, adoring strain,
And were for conscience slain?
That breathe the sacred song?
Do the full choirs belong? mf 5 For eaclı, for all, the Word is found
Almighty to atone: f All,--all in shining hosts surround
The bright celestial tlırone.
The choral anthem raise :
The work of heavenly praise.
HYMN 702, C. M.
Earthly and heavenly Good.
mp 1 HOT is an an airy dream;
How empty are the joys that flow
On pleasure's smiling stream!
Beyond these realms of night;
And permanent delight.
Nor airy forin beguiles;
Her undissembled smiles.