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O risen Lord, art Thou;
Are in us now.
Before Thy throne we kneel;
Thy living seal.
In prison-chains for Thee :
And set us free.
And change Thy saints on earth, In all, as one, revealing
The second birth.
Our great Immanuel !
With us to dwell !
Bring Thine eternal day,
To fee away.
7 To Thee, Almighty Father,
O Saviour, unto Thee,
All glory be!
Lingering dust, resign thy breath!
Dust, be thou dissolved in death! Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks
While the faithful Christian dies; Thus the bonds of life He breaks,
And the ransomed captive flies. 2 Prisoner, long detained below,
Prisoner, now with freedom blest,
Welcome to a Land of Rest!
As they bear the soul on high,
All the regions of the sky.
Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Rests in hope again to rise :
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay,
And Eternity thy day!
Blessing, honor, glory, might,
Lamb of God, and Lord of all !"
Come in glory and in power ;
Come, and reign for evermore!
Bursting forth from yonder cloud ! Jesus comes, and through the sky
Angels tell their joy aloud.
Their redemption is at hand.
Heaven and earth before Him fly: Rise, ye saints, He comes for you,
Rise to meet Him in the sky: Go, and dwell with Him above
Where no foe can e'er molest; Happy in the Saviour's love,
Ever blessing, ever blest.
I SEE, the ransomed millions stand,
Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the Throne their strain : “ Hell is vanquished, death is slain ;
2 The sons of God, how bright they
shine! i Lo, what a glorious sight appears
No mortal eye can see ;
We sinners shall be made divine; The earth and seas are passed away, We shall be one with Thee. And the old rolling skies.
3 One with the Lord and all His saints, 2 From the third heaven where God
Thy nature in our own,
Thy crown our rich inheritance,
Heirs to Thy royal throne !
Adorned with shining grace. 3 Attending angels shout for joy, 1 As Jesus died and rose again, And the bright armies sing,
Victorious, from the dead, "Mortals, behold the sacred seat So His disciples rise, and reign of your descending King.
With their triumphant Head. 4 “The God of glory, down to men, 2 The time draws nigh when from the Removes His blest abode ;
clouds Men, the dear objects of His grace, Christ shall with shouts descend; And He their loving God.
And the last trumpet's awful voice 5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears The heavens and earth shall rend. From every weeping eye ;
3 Then they who live shall changed be, And pains, and groans, and griefs, and And they who sleep shall wake; fears,
The graves shall yield their ancient And death itself shall die !"
charge, 6 How long, dear Saviour, oh, how long And earth's foundation shake. Shall this bright hour delay?
4 The saints of God, from death set free, Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
With joy shall mount on high ;
The heavenly host with praises loud 822
Shall meet them in the sky. 1 The whole creation groans, and waits, 5 Together to their Father's house Till we who love Thee, Lord,
With joyful hearts they go,
And dwell forever with the Lord
Beyond the reach of woe.
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings, Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
The reach of these inferior things ! And stand complete in righteousness. 2 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight, 2 This life's a dream, an empty show, Of our Almighty Father's throne !
But the bright world to which I go There sits our Saviour crowned with Hath joys substantial and sincere;
Clothed in a body like our own. [light, When shall I wake and find me there! 3 Adoring saints around Him stand,
3 Oh glorious hour! oh blest abode! And thrones and powers before Him fall;
I shall be near and like my God; The God shines gracious through the And flesh and sin no more control Man,
The sacred pleasures of the soul. And sheds sweet glories on them all. 4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground That I shall mount to dwell above,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; And stand and bow amongst them
Then burst the chains with sweet suithere,
And in my Saviour's image rise ! And view Thy face, and sing, and love? 825
I “We've no abiding city here:”
This may distress the worldly mind,
But should not cost the saint a tear, He eyes his home, though distant still : Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views 2 “We've no abiding city here :"
By faith his mansion in the skies, We seek a city out of sight,
It shines with everlasting light. 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 3 O sweet abode of peace and love,
With Jesus in the realms of day; Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest,