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And by virtue of His merits
Thither faithful souls may soar. Who for Christ's dear name, in this world
Pain and tribulation bore. 4 Many a blow and biting sculpture
Polished well those stones elect,
By the heavenly architect,
That His palace should be decked. 5 Laud and honor to the Father,
Laud and honor to the Son,
Ever Three, and ever One,
Anon. (Latin, c. 6th or 7th Cent.) Tr. J. M. Neale. (Part II. of this hymn is “ Christ is made the sure foundation,” No. 731.) 780
88,7s. 81. HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken ;
“O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you ; Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways ; You shall name your walls Salvation,
And your gates shall all be Praise. 2 “There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All His bounty shall bestow : Still in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign ; Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.
3 “Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more, shall see ;
Find eternal noon in Me:
Change to day the gloom of night ;
85,75. 81. HARK ! the sound of holy voices,
Chanting at the crystal sea, Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord, to Thee ; Multitude which none can number,
Like the stars in glory stands, Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of vict'ry in their hands. 2 Patriarch, and holy prophet,
Who prepared the way for Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor,
Martyr and evangelist;
Widows who have watched to prayer,
To the Lord of all, are there.
They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation,
Thee, their Saviour and their King. Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered ;
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died ; And by death to life immortal
They were born and glorified.
4 Now they reign in heavenly glory,
Now they walk in golden light,
Holy bliss and infinite :
And all truth and knowledge see
C. Wordsiyðrth. 782
Whence all their white array ?
Of everlasting day?
Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.
Before the throne on high,
The glories of the sky.
Tunes every mouth to sing ;
With glad Hosannas ring.
Nor suns with scorching ray ;
Diffuse eternal day. 6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o’er them still preside ;
And all their footsteps guide.
7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock
Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear. 1. Watts. Scottish Drafts Trs. & Paraphs. W. Cameron. 783
7,6,8,6. 81. TEN thousand times ten thousand
In sparkling raiment bright,
Throng up the steeps of light : ”T is finished ! all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin: Fling open wide the golden gates,
And let the victors in.
2 What rush of alleluias
Fills all the earth and sky! What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh! Oh, day, for which creation
And all its tribes were made ; Oh, joy, for all its former woes
A thousand-fold repaid !
On Canaan's happy shore ;
Where partings are no more !
That brimmed with tears of late ; Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.
4 Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain; Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power, and reign :
Appear, Desire of nations,
Thine exiles long for home ; Show in the heav'ns Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Saviour, come!
H. Alford. 784
S. M. “ FOREVER with the Lord !”
Amen ! so let it be !
’T is immortality!
Absent from Him I roam,
A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near
Thy golden gates appear ! 4 Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
Jerusalem above !
Father, if 't is Thy will,
E'en here to me fulfil.
6 Be Thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail ;
Fight, and I must prevail. 7 So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain,