cr Beyond this land of woe, f 30 joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, dim And tell each sacred wound In hands and feet and side; cr To give to Him the praise 書畫 cr Good angels know it well; Glad songs that never cease Within its portals swell; mf Around its glorious throne Ten thousand saints adore Christ, with the Father one cr In uncomplaining love, H. W. BAKER. mf And Spirit, evermore. These are they which came out of great tribulation.-Rev. vii. 14. mf 575 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to His death. mf 4 They marked the footsteps that He trod, f 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise Beulah. 64.64.6664. I. WATTS. Dr. LOWELL MASON. mf 577 HALLELUJAH! song of glad- p3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Song of everlasting joy; [ness, Hallelujah! song the sweetest 2 Hallelujah! church victorious, Thou mayst lift this joyful strain: Hallelujah! songs of triumph Well befit the ransomed train: dim We our song must ra se with sadness, While in exile we remain. Suit not souls with anguish torn Hallelujah! notes of sadness ; Best befit our state forlorn : Holy God, we raise to Thee; LATIN HYMN OF 11TH CENTURY. 3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blest the bed; [throne cr Rest here, dear saint, till from His The morning break, and pierce the shade : [morn! 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes f 4 Break from His throne, illustrious Attend, O earth, His sovereign word; Restore thy trust, a glorious form : He must ascend to meet his Lord. Amen. Holley. L.M. I. WATTS. GEORGE HEWS. mp 581 HE The dead that die in the Lord.-Rev. xiv. 13. EAR what the voice from For all the pious dead; cr2 They die in Jesus and are blest; From sufferings and from sins released, 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, Bergen (St. Bernard). c.m. I. WATTS. A-men. Jesus wept.-John xi. 35. mp 582 WHY do we mourn depart- cr4 The graves of all His saints He blest, ing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to His arms. 2 Are we not tending upwards too, Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble to convey And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, mf 5 Thence He arose, ascending high, f 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, I. WATTS. |