1119 L. M. The former things are passed away. Rev. 21:4.
There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught;
2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted, meet again.
3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise To dissipate the gloom of night.
4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God.
1120 C. M. Rev. 14:1-3.
On Zion’s glorious summit stood A numerous host redeemed by blood; They hymned their King in strains divine: I heard the song, and strove to join.
2 Here all who suffered sword or flame For truth, or Jesus’ lovely name, Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb, And bow before the great I AM.
3 While everlasting ages roll, Eternal love shall feast their soul, And scenes of bliss for ever new Rise in succession to their view.
4 O sweet employ, to sing and trace The amazing hights and depths of grace; And spend from sin and sorrow free, A blissful, vast eternity!
5 O what a sweet, exalted song, When every tribe and every tongue, Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear, And join in one full chorus there!
6 My soul anticipates the day— Would stretch her wings and soar away, To aid the song, the palm to bear, And praise my great Redeemer there.
1121 L. M. Rev. 22:4.
Lo! round the throne, a glorious band, The saints in countless myriads stand; Of every tongue redeemed to God, Arrayed in garments washed in blood.
2 Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame; But now from all their labors rest, In God’s eternal’ glory blest.
3 They see the Saviour face to face; They sing the triumph of his grace; And day and night, with ceaseless praise, To him their loud hosannas raise.
4 O, may we tread the sacred road That holy saints and martyrs trod; Wage to the end the glorious strife, And win, like them, a crown of life.
1122 L. M. Return unto thy rest, O my soul. Psalm 116:7.
Return, my soul, and sweetly rest, On thy almighty Father’s breast; The bounties of his grace adore, And count his wondrous mercies o’er.
2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath, And snatched my fainting soul from death; Removed my sorrows, dried my tears, And saved me from surrounding snares.
3 What shall I render to thee, Lord? Or how his wondrous grace record? To him my grateful voice I’ll raise, With just thanksgiving to his praise.
4 O Zion! in thy sacred courts, Where glory dwells, and joy resorts, To notes divine I’ll tune the song, And praise shall flow from every tongue.
1123 L. M. In my Father’s house, etc. John 14:2.
Thy Father’s house! thine own bright home, And thou hast there a place for me! Though yet an exile here I roam, That distant home by faith I see.
2 I see its domes resplendent glow, Where beams of God’s own glory fall; And trees of life immortal grow, Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall.
3 I know that thou, who on the tree Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear, Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, And waitest to receive me there!
4 Thy love will there array my soul In thine own robe of spotless hue; And I shall gaze while ages roll, On thee, with raptures ever new!
5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er; A Father’s warm embrace to meet, And dwell at home for evermore!
1124 L. M. The heavenly mansion.
My heavenly home is bright and fair, We’ll be gathered home; Nor death nor sighing visit there, We’ll be gathered home: CHORUS. We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, And we’ll be gathered home.
2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion shall be mine, We’ll be gathered home.
3 My Father’s house is built on high, We’ll be gathered home; Above the arched and starry sky, We’ll be gathered home.
4 When from this earthly prison free, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion mine shall be, We’ll be gathered home.
5 While here, a stranger far from home, We’ll be gathered home; Affliction’s waves may round me foam, We’ll be gathered home.
6 Let others seek a home below, We’ll be gathered home, Which flames devour or waves o’erthrow, We’ll be gathered home.
7 Be mine the happier lot to own, We’ll be gathered home; A heavenly mansion near the throne, We’ll be gathered home.