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HYMN 134. P. M. 1 RISE.mysoul
, and stretch thy wings, Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven thy native place.
Time will soon the earth remove;
To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run
Nor stay in all their course;
Both speed them to their source.
Pants to see his glorious face,
To rest in his embrace.
While I that course explore ;
Solicit me no more:
Strangers tarry but a night :
We'll rise to glorious light. 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize, Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant through the skies.
Happy entrance will be given,
HYMN 135. C. M. 1
for IVhen will my sorrows have an end ?
Thy joys when shall I see? 2. Thy walls are all of precious stone, Most glorious to behold;
JERUSALEM, my happy, home,
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are pav'd with gold.
My study long have been ;
Has never yet been seen.
Why should I stay from thence ? What folly's this that I should dread,
To die and go from hence ? 5 Reach down, O Lord thy arm of
grace, And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths never end.
Him will I go and see ;
Will soon come after me.
I leave you in God's care;
Go on, I'll meet you there. 8 When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
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From doubts and fears it frees us,
Rejoicing on we'll go.
By Satan sore oppressid,
Thou Captain's gone before
In every trying hour,
On that eternal shore. 3 O yonder is the glory,
It lies but just before you,
Of all redeeming love:
Surround the throne of love. 4 There in the blooming garden
Of Eden, gain'd by pardon,
We will worship the Lamb:
HYMN 137. C. M. 1 WEET rivers of redeeming love, Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly;
With joy outstrip the wind:
And leave the world behind. 2 While I'm imprisoned here below,
In anguish pain and smart,
When love surrounds my heart; In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky,
And would rejoice to die! 3 I view the monster death, and smile,
Now he has lost his sting; Though Satan rages all the while,
I still in triumph sing :
I hold my Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
No other good I'll know.
My troubles will be o'er,
On Canaan's liappy shore :
In love's unbounded sea;
Transporting is to me.
And bear me through the sky,
Make haste, and bring it nigh:
And in thine image shine;
And be for ever thine.
To my eternal king;
I'll make his praises ring;
Who died on Cavalry;
From endless misery.
To praise the Eternal Three:
In deep humility:
And string the immortal lyre;
HYMN 138. P. M. THERE.Shahirwes reign with Jesus, on that And shout with the redeerned our trials be.
The wicked cease from troubling, the weary are
at rest, And we shall reign with Jesus, eternai ages blest. 2 We shall be like the angels in that immortal
throng, And shouting his salvation will be our lasting
song; They sing creating-goodness, and we redeeming
love, And this shall be our business, in the bright
worlds above. 3 This love so freely flowing, it animates our
hearts, This love is still abounding, in every place and
part; This love can ne'er be ended, though faith and
hope should cease, This love can ne'er be bounded, but ever will
increase. 4 This love through endless ages, it ever is the
same; 'Tis this our heart engages, to love and serve
the Lamb: Upites us all together, and makes us of one soul, It is the Balm of Gilead, it makes the wounded
HYMN 139. P. M.
Beyond the starry regions,
Built by the God of love;
And saints arrayed in white,
They dwell with him in light.
The God of peace is there,
He banishes their care;
Their songs are ever new,