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2 They flourish in perpetual bloom,
Fruit every month they give;
And to the healing leaves, who come,
Eternally shall live.

3 I see the blessed saints in light
Who reap the pleasures there;
They all are robed in purest white,
And conquering palms they bear:
4 Adorned by their Redeemer's grace,
They close pursue the Lamb;
And every shining front displays
Th' unutterable name.

5 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:

6 I suffer on my weary years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servants' tears,
And take his exiles home.

7 Oh, what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t' appear
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.

Charles Wesley, ab. 1759.
Thy will be done.
Matt. xxvi. 42.
C. M.

422
How sweet to be allowed to pray
To God, the Holy One;
With filial love and trust to say,

O God, thy will be done!

We in these sacred words can find
A cure for every ill;

They calm and soothe the troubled mind,
And bid all care be still.

Oh, teach my heart the blessed way
To imitate thy Son!

Teach me, O God, in truth to pray,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."

Eliza Cabot Follen, ab. 1818.

Behold the Bridegroom Comęth.

So panteth my soul after Thee. Psalm xli. 1.

C. M. 425

423
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,

So pants my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wert nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise,

And none more blest than I.

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

Nahum Tate, ab. 1696. H. F. Lyte, 1834.

424 With white robes, and palms in their hands. C. M.

Rev.

Behold the glorious white-robed throng,
That stand before the throne;
And raise with joy the ceaseless song,
Where sorrow is unknown.

Through tribulations great they came,
And paths of sorrow trod;
And washed their robes from every stain,
In Jesus' precious blood.

Beyond the scourge, the tear, the rod,
They wave the victor's palm;
And cry, Salvation to our God,
And to the blessed Lamb.

Before the throne, by day and night,

Blessing and praise they sing; Wisdom and honor, power and might, Be to our God and King.

Hunger and thirst no more are known,
They dread no burning beams;
For He that sitteth on the throne
Leads them by living streams.

The marriage of the Lamb. Rev. xix. 9.

423-426

C. M.

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The Lamb shall lead his ransomed flock Ah, no! with thee I'll walk below,

Where living fountains play;
And God's own hand, from every eye,
All tears shall wipe away.

H., 1865.

Through conflict, toil, and strife; To whom, my Saviour, shall I go? Thy words are endless life.

Unknown.

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My God,my rock in whom I trust, The worker of my wealth, My refuge, buckler, and my

shield, The horn of all my health. My refuge,buckler, and my shield, The horn of all my health.

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The Lord our God is clothed with might;
The winds obey his will;
He speaks, and in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land

With threatening aspect roar!
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,

And chains you to the shore.
Howl, winds of night! your force combine;
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

His voice sublime is heard afar:
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwinds to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

Henry Kirke White, 1806.

Luke xxi. 28.

428-431

C. M.

When signs and wonders there shall be
In sun, and moon, and stars;
When storms shall vex the roaring sea,
And hearts shall fail with fears;
When guilty nations shrink with fright,
And dread their hastening doom;
Then, robed in majesty and might,
The Son of man shall come.

Woe to the world, whose wailing throngs
Shall quake with sudden fear;
Joy to the saints, whose thankful songs
Shall hail redemption near:

For them, with mighty trumpet's sound,
Angelic legions blest,

Shall fly to earth's remotest bound,
To bear them to their rest.

O watch, ye saints, with burning lamps,
Until your Lord appear;

The fig tree buds: the forests leave:
The summer draweth near.
Blessed are they who wait, and hope,
And trust the faithful word;
They suddenly shall be caught up,
Forever with the Lord.

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H., 1879.

C. M.

O, where are kings and empires now,

Of old that went and came? But, Lord, thy church is praying yet, A thousand years the same.

We mark her goodly battlements, And her foundations strong; We hear within, the solemn voice Of her unending song.

For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy church, O God!

Tho' earthquake shocks are threat'ning her,
And tempests are abroad;

Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands:

A mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839.

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2 Amid the hurricane I'll stand,
And strike a tuneful song;
My harp all trembling in my hand,
And all inspired my tongue.

C. M., 7 "Around thy wheels in the glad throng
I'd bear a joyful part;
All hallelujah on my tongue,
All rapture in my heart."

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Mather Byles, ab. 1760.

433 The morning stars sang together.

Job xxxviii. 7.

C. M. 6 1. 2 When over Bethlehem's silent plain, Was told a Saviour's birth, Heaven's holy myriads sang again O'er this dark, groaning earth, "Glory to God, good will to men:" Their joyful song pealed forth.

3 Soon he who made both heav'n and earth,
Shall speak the world renewed,
And bring creation's second birth,
When all things shall be good:
Then angels' songs shall fill the earth:
The earth redeemed by blood.

4 O Lord, Creator, All in all,

Who art enthroned above:
Before thy feet we humbly fall,
And offer thee our love,

And wait to crown thee Lord of all,
And all thy glory prove.
H., 1880.

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