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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