2 What rush of hallelujahs Fills all the earth and sky! And all its tribes were made! 3 0 then what raptured greetings That brimmed with tears of late; 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home; Show in the heavens Thy promised sign; H. Alford. 473 cr Compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses.-HEB. xii. 1. 1 FOR all the saints who from their labours rest, Who Thee by faith before the world confessed, Thy name, O Jesus, be for ever blest. Hallelujah! 2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might; Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light. Hallelujah! 30 may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold. Hallelujah! 4 0 blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine, Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine. Hallelujah! 5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Hallelujah! mf 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; dim Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. Hallelujah! f7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day : 8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, 474 The things which are not seen.-2 COR. iv. 18. mf 1 cr ст cr ст WE country so bright and so fair, E speak of the realms of the blest, And oft are its glories confessed; But what must it be to be there! 2 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation and care, But what must it be to be there! 3 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear, 4 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe, Mrs. Elizabeth K. Mills. THE CHURCH OF CHRIST. Deerburst. [FIRST TUNE.] 475 J. LANGRAN. (1) ITS UNITY, PRIVILEGES, AND CONFLICTS. Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God.-Ps. lxxxvii. 3. f1LORIOUS things of thee are spoken, GL Zion, city of our God; He whose word cannot be broken 2 See, the streams of living waters, Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage,- A men. |