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. 7's. 660 Rev, vil. 9. MONTGOMERY. 1 Crowns that 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. W 1 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; 662 W main, 1 Thess. iv. 13. D.S.M. SIGOURNEY. E mourn for those who toil, 1 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.* 1 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; Eternity begin. HYMNS CONCERNING THE CHURCH OF CHRIST. THE CHURCH-ITS UNITY. 665 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. |