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6 Father! I long, I faint to see

The place of thine abode;
I'd leave thine earthly courts to be

For ever with my God.



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HYMN 695, 11s. 695

Longing for Heaven.

WOULD not live always; I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the

The few lucid mornings, that dawn on us here,

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

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?
my 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.

HYMN 696, C. M. 696

The Martyrs glorified. mf 1 "THESE glorious minds, —how bright they

Whence all their white array ?
How came they to the happy seats

Of everlasting day ?”
< 2 From torturing pains to endless joys,
mf On fiery wheels they rode ;

And strangely washed their raiment white,
тр In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God,

And bow before his throne;
Their warbling harps, and sacred songs,

Adore the Holy One.

4 The unveiled glories of his face

Among his saints reside,
While the rich treasures of his grace

See all their wants supplied.
5 Hunger and thirst for ever flee,

Their joys for ever last;
The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.
6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock

Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

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 ?-
“ Worthy is the Lamb once slain,

Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion, every hour!"
2 These through fiery trials trod,-

These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Sealed with his almighty name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor palins in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might,

More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them, the Lamb, amidst the throne,

Shall to living fountains lead; mf Joy and gladness banish sighs,

Perfect love dispel all fears,
And, for ever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.

HYMN 698, 9s, and 68. 698

Prospect of Heaven. f

My belovéd! arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wert born;


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,
Though our bodies continue below;

The redeemed of the Lord

We remember his word,
And, with singing, to paradise go.
3 For thy glory we were

First created, to share
Both thy nature and kingdom divine ;

Now created again,

That our souls inay remain, Both in time and eternity, thine. 4

With thanks we approve

The design of thy love,
Which hath joined us in Christ's precious name;

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,
And be parted, in body, no more ;

We shall sing to our lyres,

With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour, in glory, adore.

"Hallelujah !"--we sing,

To our Father and King,
And his rapturous praises repeat:
To the Lamb that was slain,

Hallelujah !”—again-
Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet.

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HYMN 699, 88.
Longing to be with Christ.


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My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim! up,

And waft me away to his throne.

2 My Saviour! whom absent I love ;

Whom, not having seen, I adore ;
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power ;-
3 Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain

My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,

And make me eternally free.
4 When that happy era begins,

Arrayed in thy glories I 'll shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,

The bosom on which I recline.

HYMN 700, 7s. 700

The Victory of the Saints.
1 PALMS of glory, raiment bright,

Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light, -

Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palins

To the Lainb amidst the throne;
And proclaim, in joyful psalms,

Victry through his cross alone.
3 Kings for harps their crowns resign,

Crying, as they strike the chords -
“ Take the kingdom-it is thine, -

King of kings, and Lord of lords !"
4 Round the altar, priests confess, -

If their robes are white as snow,
'Twas their Saviour's righteousness,

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.
6 They were mortal, too, like us:-

Ah! when we like them shall die,
May our souls, translated thus,

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?
The perfecting of joy and love,

What raptured legions tell ?
2 The glorious apostolic band, -

Do they in triumph sing?
Do proplets from the holy land

Their inspiration bring ?
3 Or from the noble army breaks

The deep, adoring strain,
Who won their way from fiery stakes,

And were for conscience slain?
4 Is it the patriarchal race,

That breathe the sacred song?
Or, to the heirs of gospel grace,

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.
6 Peoples, and languages, and tongues

The choral anthem raise :
To every voice and speech belongs

The work of heavenly praise.


HYMN 702, C. M.

Earthly and heavenly Good.
OW vain a thought is bliss below!

mp 1 HOT is an an airy dream;

How empty are the joys that flow

On pleasure's smiling stream!
2 Oh! let my nobler wishes soar

Beyond these realms of night;
In heaven substantial bliss explore,

And permanent delight.
3 No fleeting landscape cheers the gaze,

Nor airy forin beguiles;
But everlasting bliss displays

Her undissembled smiles.


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