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They have all their sufferings past,
Region of eternal day.
Them the Lamb shall always feed;
Fill up every soul with love. 166.
[L. B. 76.] 8 lines 8. The thirsty are called to their Lord, His glorious appearing to see; And, drawn by the power of his word, The promise I know is for me: I thirst for the streams of thy grace; I gasp for the spirit of love; I long for a glimpse of thy face;
And then to behold it above. 2 Thy call I exult to obey,
And come in the spirit of prayer:
Thy kingdom of glory to share; 'To drink the pure river of bliss, With life everlasting o'erflow'd; Implunged in the crystal abyss, And lost in the ocean of God. 167.
[s. B. 96.) C. M. WHEN I can read
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall,
My God, my heaven, my all!
In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast. 168.
[s. B. 104.] C. M. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart;
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
Their influence to our song.
The wings of faith shall soar;
Our raptured thoughts explore. 3 Pleasures unsullied flourish there,
Beyond the reach of time:
In all her flowery prime.
And discord, there shall cease:
Adorn the realms of peace.
Shall mourn its power no more;
Redeeming love adore.
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
Our feeble notes inspire;
We join the angelic choir. 169.
[s. B. 216.) C. M. How long shall earth's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and eyes; Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies!
They fade upon the sight;
Be lost in endless night.
Above these gloomy shades,
Which sorrow ne'er invades.
Or reason's feeble ray,
Unconscious of decay.
To guide our upward aim:
Our languid hearts inflame.
Our ardent wishes rise,
Immortal in the skies. 170.
[s. B. 235.] C. M. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign:.
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
And never-withering flowers:
This heavenly land from ours.
Stand dress'd in living green:
Where Jordan roll'd between.
To cross this narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
With unbeclouded eyes.
And view the landscape o’er,
Should fright us from the shore. 171.
[s. B. 237.] C. M.
Eternal and on high;
Till God shall bid it fly.
Must be dissolved and fall :
Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 "Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heaven; And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come :
Faith lives upon his word;
We're absent from the Lord.
But we would rather see;
And present, Lord, with thee. 172.
[s. B. 238.] C. M. Come let us join our friends above,
Who have obtain’d the prize;
To joys celestial rise :
With those to glory gone;
In earth and heaven are one. 2 One family we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;
The narrow stream of death ;
To his command we bow :
And part is crossing now. 3 What numbers to their endless home,
This solemn moment fly!
And we expect to die:
With wishful looks we stand,
And reach the heavenly land. 4 Our old companions in distress,
We haste again to see;
And full felicity: