TEN thousand times ten thousand,
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
'Tis finished, all is finished,

Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.

2 What rush of hallelujahs
Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
Oh, day, for which creation

And all its tribes were made!
Oh, joy, for all its former woes,
A thousand fold repaid!

WOODLAND. C. M. 51.

3 Oh, then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore,
What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,

That brimmed with tears of late,
Orphans no longer fatherless,

Nor widows desolate.

4 Bring near thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of thine elect,

Then take thy power, and reign; Appear, Desire of nations

Thine exiles long for homeShow in the heaven thy promised sign, Thou Prince and Saviour, come!

Henry Alford.

N. G. GOULD.

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3 Oh, glorious hour! oh, blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise!

Isaac Watts.

NOW LET our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time,

Draw back the parting vail, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?

3 Should aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge!
That sets our longing souls at large,
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God-to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.

Thomas Gibbons.

CHENANGO. L. M. D.

Arr. by F. L. BROWN.

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The Best that Bemaineth.
LORD, thou wilt bring the joyful day;
Beyond earth's weariness and pains,
Thou hast a mansion far away,

Where, for thine own, a rest remains.
No sun there climbs the morning sky,
There never falls the shade of night,
God and the Lamb, for ever nigh,

O'er all shed everlasting light.

2 The bow of mercy spans the throne,
Emblem of love and goodness there;
While notes to mortals all unknown
Float on the calm celestial air.
Around the throne bright legions stand,
Redeemed by blood from sin and hell;
And shining forms, an angel band,
The mighty chorus join to swell.

3 There, Lord, thy wayworn saints shall find The bliss for which they longed before; And holiest sympathies shall bind

Thine own to thee for evermore.

O Jesus, bring us to that rest,
Where all the ransomed shall be found,
In thine eternal fullness blest,
While ages roll their cycles round.

Ray Palmer.

1173 With Christ in Glory.

OH, for a sweet, inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns. There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And with delightful worship own

His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 2 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all the assemblies of the skies. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs

To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise.

CAERSALEM. 88, 7s, 7s.

Welsh Melody.

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