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I SPIRIT, leave thy house of clay! Lingering dust, resign thy breath! Spirit, cast thy chains away!

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 from a world of woe,

Welcome to a Land of Rest!
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high,
While with hallelujahs ring

All the regions of the sky.

3 Grave, the guardian of our dust, Grave, the treasury of the skies, Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise: Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls: Soul, rebuild thy house of clay, Immortality thy walls,

And Eternity thy day!

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I SEE, the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hand; This before the Throne their strain: "Hell is vanquished, death is slain;

Blessing, honor, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror's native right;
Thrones and powers before Him fall,
Lamb of God, and Lord of all!"

2 Hasten, Lord, the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still Thy foes are unsubdued ;
Nature sighs to be renewed;
Time has nearly reached its sum,
All things with Thy Bride say, Come!
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign for evermore!
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I HARK! that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes, and through the sky
Angels tell their joy aloud.
Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad through sea and
land!

Let His people now rejoice,

Their redemption is at hand. 2 See! the Lord appears in view; 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.

ERNAN. L. M.

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I DESCEND from heaven, Immortal Dove!
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things!
2 Oh for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne !
There sits our Saviour crowned with
Clothed in a body like our own. [light,
3 Adoring saints around Him stand,

And thrones and powers before Him fall;
The God shines gracious through the
Man,

And sheds sweet glories on them all. 4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst them there,

And view Thy face, and sing, and love?

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1 As when the weary traveller gains
The height of some o'erlooking hill,
His heart revives, if 'cross the plains,
He eyes his home, though distant still :
2 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell
With Jesus in the realms of day;
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And He will wipe my tears away!

I WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show,
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake and find me there!
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 sur-
prise,

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