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6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine
The glory shall be thine.
HYMN 110. P. M.
'Dahfough which pilgrims inake their way;
Yet beyond this vale of sorrow,
Lie the fields of enuless day;
Make them tremble as they go,
Often bring their courage low. 3 O young soldiers, are you weary,
Of the roughness of the way?
And your vigour to decay ?
He will lead you to his throne,
And the wine-press trod alone.
He who bids the planets roll : • He who rides upon the tempest,
And whose sceptre sways the whole:
Ready to obey conimand,
Till you reach the heav'nly land. 4 There on flow'ry hills of pleasure,
Lie the fields of endless rest; Love and joy, and peace for ever
Reign and triumph in your breast : Who can paint the scenes of glory,
Where the ransom'd dwell on high; They on golden harps for ever
Sound redemption through the sky! 3 Millions there of flaining seraphs,
Fly across the heav'nly plain, There they sing immortal praises,
Glory, glory is their strain.
But methinks a sweeter concert,
Makes the heavenly arches ring:
Which the angels cannot sing. 6 O their crowns! how bright they sparkle,
Such as monarchs never wore : They are gone to richer pastures,
Jesus is their shepherd there, Hail! ye happy, happy spirits,
Death no more shall make you fear, Grief or sorrow, pain or anguish, i
Shall no more distress you there.
HYMN 111. L. M. 1
Y Eweary, beavy laden souls
To Canaan's peaceful shore:
The water deep and cold, And enemies surrounding you,
Take courage and be bold.
The desert all around,
Through the enchanted ground:
And dragons often roar,
We'll press for Canaan's shore.
Wbo mourns her absent mate;
Her sorrows to relate.
Sweet spring is coming on,
And winter will be gone.
Black Jordan's billows roar; Which often make the pilgrims foas,
They never will get o'er;
But let us gain mount Pisgah's top,
And view the vernal plain,
And hell may rage in vain. 5 Methinks I now begin to see
The borders of that land,
In beauteous order stand.
Sweet flowers doth appear;
The great Sabbatick year. 6 O, what a glorious sight appears,
To my believing eyes;
A city in the skies :
"O come, my brother come,” And I am willing to be gone
To my eternal home.
Who are to Canaan bound:
Till the jubilee shall sound,
On that delightful shore;
Where parting is no more.
HYMN 112. P. M.
Stand forth with sword in hand.
The Father's only Son ;
But let us follow on. 2 We've a dark and howling wilderness,
'Twixt this and Canaan's shore. A land of droughts, and pits, and snares,
Where hideous dangers roar.
But Jesus will attend us,
And guard us in the way; If enemies examine us,
He'll teach us what to say. 3 “Good morning, brother traveller,
Pray tell me what's your name; And where is it you're going to,
Also from whence you came ?" “My name it is Bold Pilgrim,
To Canaan I am bound;
From that enchanted ground.”
That shines so clear and bright?
That's dazzling to my sight?
On which you boldly stand ?
You bear in your right hand ?"
And on my breast a shield;
Until I win the field;
On which I boldly stand!
And win fair Canaan's land.”
And give your journey o'er;
His face you'll see no more:
This land belongs to me,
I'll give it all to thee."
Your offer I disdain;
I sbortly shall obtain.
To my dear Lord's command,
I jointly shall be heir with him
In Canaan's happy land.
From enemies as yet;
With them beneath my feet:
In hope of victory:
HYMN 113. L. M.
Who are from sin and bondage freed,
We're all united heart and hand,
Join'd in one band completely;
Where the waters flow most sweetly. 2 Great tribulations you shall meet,
But soon shall walk the golden street;
Yet Christ will save his heart's delight. 3 That happy day will soon appear,
When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear
And call the nations great and small. 4 Behold the world in burning flames,
The trumpet louder still proclaims;
The separation day is come.
And all the angels bid them come,
“ Here comes my saints, I own their names. 6 "Ye everlasting gates fly wide;
Make ready to receive my bride;