2 These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name. Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their great Redeemer’s might, More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb, amidst the throne, Shall to living fountains lead; Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away their tears.
1138 7s, double. They rest from their labors. Rev. 14:13.
High in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above; Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel’s love: Once they knew, like us below, Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Torturing pain and heavy woe, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears.
2 ’Mid the chorus of the skies, ’Mid the angelic lyres above, Hark, their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus’ love! Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find; Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind.
3 All is tranquil and serene, Calm and undisturbed repose; There no cloud can intervene, There no angry tempest blows; Every tear is wiped away, Sighs no more shall heave the breast, Night is lost in endless day, Sorrow—in eternal rest.
1139 7s, 6s & 4s. Good night till then.
I journey forth rejoicing, From this dark vale of tears, To heavenly joy and freedom, From earthly bonds and fears; Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit;— Good night till then!
2 Go to thy quiet resting, Poor tenement of clay! From all thy pain and weakness I gladly haste away; But still in faith confiding To find thee yet again, All glorious and immortal;— Good night till then!
3 Why thus so sadly weeping, Beloved one of my heart? The Lord is good and gracious, Though now he bids us part. Oft have we met in gladness, And we shall meet again, All sorrows left behind us;— Good night till then!
4 I go to see his glory, Whom we have loved below; I go, the blesséd angels, The holy saints, to know; Our lovely ones departed, I go to find again, And wait for you to join us;— Good night till then!
5 I hear the Saviour calling; The joyful hour has come: The angel-guards are ready To guide me to our home; Where Christ our Lord shall gather All his redeemed again, His kingdom to inherit;— Good night till then!
1140 7s. Rev. 7:13-17.
Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Priest, and kings, and conquerors they.
2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through his cross alone.
3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, “Take the kingdom, it is thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords!”
4 Round the altar saints confess, If their robes are white as snow, ’Twas the Saviour’s wondrous grace, And his blood, that made them so.
5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt; Sinners once, of Adam’s race; Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt; But were saved by sovereign grace.
6 They were mortal, too, like us: Ah! when we, like them, must die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign and shine on high!
1141 7s & 6s. He hath prepared for them a city. Heb. 11:16.
We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet around his throne, When he makes his people one In the new Jerusalem.
2 We can see that distant home, Though clouds rise dark between; Faith views the radiant dome, And a luster flashes keen From the new Jerusalem.
3 O glory shining far From the never-setting Sun! O trembling morning star! Our journey’s almost done To the new Jerusalem.
4 O holy! heavenly home! O, rest eternal there! When shall the exiles come, Where they cease from earthly care, In the new Jerusalem.
5 Our hearts are breaking now Those mansions fair to see: O Lord! thy heavens bow, And raise us up with thee To the new Jerusalem.
1142 8s & 7s. Arise and depart, etc. Micah 2:16.
This is not my place of resting, Mine a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting— On to my eternal home.
2 In it, all is light and glory, O’er it shines a nightless day: Every trace of sin’s sad story, All the curse has passed away.
3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us, By the streams of life along; On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song.
4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more be sad or weary, Never, never sin again.
1143 S. M. D. Rev. 21:25.