The night is far spent, the day is at hand.-Rom. xiii. 12.

mf 609 HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling

O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore:
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling,

Of that new life when sin shall be no more.

p Angels of Jesus, cr angels of light,

f Singing to welcome p the pilgrims of the night.

mf 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

p Angels of Jesus, cr angels of light,

f Singing to welcome p the pilgrims of the night.

mf 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, cr And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

p Angels of Jesus, cr angels of light,

f Singing to welcome p the pilgrims of the night. Amen.

F. W. FABER

7. This is the rest for weary ones brought back; || This is the food and drink which | none shall lack,||

The throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it.-Rev. xxii. 3.

mf611 BEHOLD! how glorious is

All Saints. 87.87.77.

What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?-Rev. vii. 13.

mf612 WHO are these like stars ap

pearing,

These, before God's throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing,
Who are all this glorious band?
f Hallelujah, hark! they sing,

f Praising loud their heavenly King. mf2 Who are these in dazzling brightness, Clothed in God's own righteousness, These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess,

Still untouched by time's rude hand! Whence came all this glorious band? f 3 These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng;

These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph by the Lamb have gained.

dim 4 These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
cr Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has bid them weep no more.

mf5 These are they who watched and waited,
Offering up to Christ their will,
Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night to serve Him still;
f Now in God's most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.
Amen.

H. T. SCHENCK, tr. by F. E. Cox.

What are these which are arrayed in white robes ?-Rev. vii. 13.

mf613 HOW bright these glorious

cr

spirits shine!

Whence all their bright array?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?

dim 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great,
Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.
f 4 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand
Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love, amidst
The glories of the sky.

4 His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every voice to sing :

By day, by night, the sacred courts
With glad hosannas ring.

dim 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray;

cr

mf6

God is their sun whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.

TheLamb who dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.

7 In pastures green He'll lead His flock
Where living streams appear,

dim And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear. Amen.
I. WATTS, alt. by CAMERON.

1

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.-Rev. xxi. 4.

1614 TEN thousand times ten

thousand,

In sparkling raiment bright, The armies of the ransomed saints Throng up the steeps of light: mf 'Tis finished! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin; cr Fling open wide the golden gates, And let the victors in.

mf3 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.

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f 2 What rush of hallelujahs

Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!

O day, for which creation
And all its tribes were made!

O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand-fold repaid!

cr 4 Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain,
Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power and reign:

f

mf Appear, Desire of nations,

Thine exiles long for home;

cr Shew in the heavens Thy promised sign: Thou Prince and Saviour, come!

Amen.

H. ALFORD.