To reign in worlds above the skies, In heavenly glories dressed.
2 Behold Jehovah's royal hand A radiant crown display,
Whose gems with vivid lustre shine, While suns and stars decay.
3 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm, The glorious prize pursue;
Nor shall ye want the goods of earth, While heaven is kept in view.
For Steadiness of Principle.
1 AMIDST a world of hopes and fears, A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat : 2 Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold thy shield of power, To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun, In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth, or pride Allure my wandering soul aside; But, through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.
1 O, WEEP not for the joys that fade Like evening lights away,
For hopes that, like the stars decayed, Have left thy mortal day; The clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; For bliss awaits the holy heart, Amid the bowers of heaven.
2 O, weep not for the friends that pass Into the lonely grave,
As breezes sweep the withered grass Along the restless wave;
For though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given; Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoin in heaven.
Future Peace and Glory of the Church.
1 HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken: O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you; Scenes of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise.
2 There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow; Still in undisturbed possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign:
Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again.
3 Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me;
God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.
1 WHEN spirits from their cumbering clay Ascend to heaven's bright shore, Our hoping hearts with triumph say, "Not lost, but gone before."
2 Then calmly may our spirits bow Beneath affliction's rod;
Who, who would murmur that his friend Is safe in joy and God?
H. M.
Close of Service.
BY us the seed is sown,
Thy blessing, Lord, bestow; The power is thine alone
To make it spring and grow:
Do thou the gracious harvest raise, And thou alone shalt have the praise.
THE following hymns are here inserted as originally written by the author, Rev. R. Palmer.
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