Bright the day that won their crown, O-pened heaven's bright por tal, * B 을 As they laid the mor tal down And put on the im - mor tal. A-MEN. Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 2 Never flinched they from the flame, He Who trod the self-same road, From the torture never; Death and hell defeated; Calvary repeated. 4 Up and follow, Christian men! Where triumphant now they stand Press through toil and sorrow; With the victor's story. Spurn the night of fear, and then, O the glorious morrow! 3 Faith they had that knew not shame Who will venture on the strife? Love that could not languish; Who will first begin it? And eternal hope o'ercame Who will seize the land of life? Momentary anguish. Warriors, up and win it! Joseph the Hymnographer (oth cent.). Arr. and trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1862: verse 1, line s, alt. 2 They have come from tribulation, Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered, And have washed their robes in blood, Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died, 4 Now they reign in heavenly glory, They have conquered death and Satan Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, By the might of Christ the Lord. Holy bliss and infinite; In the beatific vision Bishop Christopher Wordsworth, 1862 2 Once they were mourning here below, 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod, And wet their couch with tears; His zeal inspired their breast; They wrestled hard, as we do now, And, following their incarnate God, With sins, and doubts, and fears. Possess the promised rest. 3 I ask them whence their victory came; 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise They, with united breath, For His own pattern given, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, While the long cloud of witnesses Their triumph to His death. Show the same path to heaven. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709 431 (MARSHALL) S. M. 1 0 what, if we are Christ's, 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, Is earthly shame or loss? Like them in faith to bear Bright shall the crown of glory be All that of sorrow, grief, or pain, When we have borne the cross. May be our portion here. 2 Keen was the trial once, 5 Enough, if Thou at last Bitter the cup of woe, The word of blessing give, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Christ's sufferings shared below. Where saints and angels live. 3 Bright is their glory now, 6 All glory, Lord, to Thee, Boundless their joy above, Whom heaven and earth adore, Where, on the bosom of their God, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, They rest in perfect love. One God for evermore. Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker, Bart., 1853 The following Hymns are also suitable : |
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