They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more;
No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray;
In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.
4 He that on the throne does reign,
Them the Lamb shall always feed;
With the tree of life sustain;
To the living fountain lead:
He shall all their sorrows chace;
All their wants at once remove;
Wipe the tears from every face,
Fill up every soul with love.
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; 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 joy in that happiest day,
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.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies;
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
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.
3 Should cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart;
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.
2 Then to the shining seats of bliss,
The wings of faith shall soar;
And all the charms of Paradise
Our raptured thoughts explore.
3 Pleasures unsullied flourish there,
Beyond the reach of time:
Nor blooming Eden smiled so fair,
In all her flowery prime.
4 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
And discord, there shall cease:
And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace.
5 The soul from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
6 There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
7 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love;
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in thy blissful courts above
We join the angelic choir.
How long shall earth's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and eyes;
Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies!
2 These transient scenes will soon decay;
They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.
3 O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades.
4 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.
5 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim:
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
6 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise,
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal in the skies.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign:
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers:
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green:
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
Where Jordan roll'd between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 O! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise;
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes.
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall:
Then, O ́my soul, with joy obey
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;
But while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.
5 "Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we would rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
COME let us join our friends above,
Who have obtain❜d the prize;
And on the eagle-wings of love,
To joys celestial rise:
Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.
2 One family we dwell in him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death:
One army of the living God,
To his command we bow:
Part of his host has cross'd the flood,
And part is crossing now.
3 What numbers to their endless home,
This solemn moment fly!
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:
His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.
4 Our old companions in distress,
We haste again to see;
And eager long for our release,
And full felicity:
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