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Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,

Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see. Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain.

Heaven and earth shall flee away ; All who hate him, must confounded

Hear the trump proclaim the day

Come to judgment ! come away! Now redemption long expected,

See! in solemn pomp appear! All his saints by man rejected,

Now shall meet him in the air !

Hallelujah ! see the day of God appear ! Answer thine own bride and spirit,

Hasten, Lord, the gen'ral doom !
The new heaven and earth t' inherit

Take thy pining exiles home;
All creation travails, groans, and bids

thee come!
Yea! Amen! Let all adore thee,

High on thine eternal throne !
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory:

Claim the kingdom for thine own!
O come quickly, hallelujah, come, Lord,

come!

455. A Cloud of Witnesses. Give me the wings of faith, to rise

Within the vail, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.
Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
I ask them whence their vict'ry came?

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumph to his death.
They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,

(His zeal inspir'd their breast :) And following their incarnate God,

Possess'd the promis'd rest.
Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his own pattern giv'n,
While the long cloud of witnesses

Shew the same path to heav'n.

456. Joys of ļleaven. COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart

Their influence to our song. There on a throne (how dazzling bright!)

Th’exalted Saviour shines ;

And beams unspeakable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.
There shall the follow'rs of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs:
And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
How will the wonders of his

grace In their full lustre shine; His wisdom, pow'r, and faithfulness,

All glorious! all divine! But O their transports ! O their songs !

What mortal thought can paint ? Transcendent glory awes our tongues,

And all our notes are faint. Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire; 'Till in thy blissful courts above

We join the heav'nly choir,

457. Heaven anticipated. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.
O the transporting, rapt'rous scene,

That rises to my sight !
Sweet fields array'd in living green,

And rivers of delight!
There gen'rous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal

grow:

There rocks and bills, and brooks and vales

With milk and honey flow
All o'er those wide extended plains

Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son for ever reigns,

And scatters night away,
No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath,

Can reach that healthful shore:
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,

Are felt and fear'd no more.
When shall I reach that happy place,

And be for ever blest?
When shall I see my Father's face,

And in his bosom rest?
Filld with delight, my raptur'd soul

Can here no longer stay ;
Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll,

Fearless I'd launch away.

458. A Prospect of Heaven. THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign: Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides,

And never-with'ring flow'rs: Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heav'nly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dress'd in living green:

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

Waile Jordan roll'd between.
But tim'rous mertals start and shrink

To cross this narrow sea;
And lieger shiv'ring on the brink,

And tear to launch avas.
Oh! coald we make our doubts remore,

These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbecloaded eres!
Coald we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's streams nor death's cold flori

Should fright us from the shore.

+39. Hecek. THERE is a land of living joy,

Beroad the utmost skies,
Ware seues of bliss without alloy

la boundless prospects rise. High seated on a blazing throne

Th' eternal God appears,
Puts all his smilia, glones on,

And awe ai obce, and cheers.
The slauchterd Lamb at his right hand

Asumes his roral xat,
Adoring an eis round him stand,

His ministers of state.
Each breast with strong derocion glows

Lore ex'ry heart inspires,

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