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2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks,
We scarce can say “They're gone!”
Her mansion near the throne.
To trace her in her flight;
Which hides the world of light.
They are completely bless'd;
And with their Saviour rest.
His face they always view;
That we may praise Him too.
Rev, vil. 9. MONTGOMERY. 1
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
Victory through His cross aloné.
Crying as they strike the chords, “Take the kingdom,-it is Thine
“King of kings, and Lord of lords !” 4 They were mortal too, like us.
Ah! when we, like them, shall die,
661 Rev. vil. 15. 878. MONTGOMERY.
THAT are these in bright array,
Round the altar, night and day,
New dominion every hour."
These from great affliction came.
More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
1 Thess. iv. 13. D.S.M. SIGOURNEY. E mourn for those who toil,
Or him who hopeless tills the soil
Beneath the stripe and chain;
O'erwearied and unblest,
Why mourn for those who rest ?
2 We mourn for those who sin,
Bound in the tempter's snare,
To prisons of despair ;
Are wrecked on folly's shore ;
For those who sin no more ?
Whom stern afflictions bend
Of lover or of friend :
Of pain and grief is o'er,
O mourn for them no more.
663 Rev. xxi. 3, 4. D.C.M. BAILEY.*
S heaven a clime where diamond dews
Glitter on fadeless flowers,
From amaranthine bowers?
Glide over silver sand;
In a strange gorgeous land? 2 Saviour, the heaven Thy blood hath bought
Is all from sense refined ;
Of the eternal mind :
In Thy dear likeness shine;
And be ourselves divine.
Possession of our own :
We shall ascend the throne :
And never to created thing
Shall our high love be given, For God Himself shall be our joy,
And God Himself our heaven.
664 Rom. viii. 19. D.C.M. BAILEY.*
YALL all who love Thee, Lord, to Thee;
To leave these broken lays, and aid
In heaven's unceasing song.
Sin, danger, and defect;
Accomplish Thine elect.
Til in Thine own abode, Complete in number and in bliss,
Shine all the sons of God:
One countless, sacred host,
From every clime and coast.
The sage, the little child;
They all are reconciled.
For ever safe from sin;
THE CHURCH OF CHRIST.
THE CHURCH-ITS UNITY.
Heb. xil. 18. C. M.
WATTS. 1 COT to the terrors of the Lord, Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke : 2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
And spread His love abroad. 3 Behold the innumerable host
Of angels clothed in light; Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight. 4 Behold the blest assembly there
Whose names are writ in heaven; And hear the Judge of all declare
Their vilest sins forgiven.
But one communion make;
And of His grace partake.