When sin no more obstructs our sight, Well, He has fixed the happy day This is the heaven I long to know; And wave my palm, and wear my crown, Swain. Who shall ascend to the holy place? HO shall ascend to the holy place, And stand on the holy hill? Who shall the boundless realms of space With shouts of rapture thrill? Hallelujah Hallelujah! For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth! The servants of the Lord are they, pure in heart and hand, The For whom the eternal bars give way, The eternal gates expand! Hallelujah! &c. Not to the noble, not to the strong, Hallelujah! &c. But those who, in humble and holy fear, Have served the Lord as their Master here, Hallelujah! &c. And chiefly those who in youth to Him And all the host of heaven, Hallelujah! &c. Shall stand in robes of purest white; The song that rests not day or night, The eternity of praise! Hallelujah! &c. Hankinson. The City of our God. LORIOUS things of thee are spoken, He, whose word cannot be broken, See! the streams of living waters Who can faint while such a river Round each habitation hovering, Showing that the Lord is near; Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray. Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God: 'Tis his love his people raises, Over self to reign as kings; And, as priests, his solemn praises Saviour, if of Zion's city I through grace a member am; Newton. Bought with a price. AVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, With joy that errand we review While all Thy own angelic bands For us, mean, wretched, sinful men, First in our mortal flesh to serve, Bought with Thy service and Thy blood, To Thee our death resign. Doddridge. He had not where to lay His head. IRDS have their quiet nest, Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; All creatures have their rest, But Jesus had not where to lay His head. Winds have their hour of calm, And waves, to slumber on the voiceless deep: Eve hath its breath of balm, To hush all senses and all sounds to sleep. The wild deer hath his lair, The homeward flocks the shelter of their shed; All have their rest from care,— But Jesus had not where to lay His head. And yet He came to give The weary and the heavy-laden rest; To bid the sinner live, And soothe my griefs to slumber on His breast. |