2 They flourish in perpetual bloom, 3 I see the blessed saints in light 5 In hope of that immortal crown, 6 I suffer on my weary years, 7 Oh, what are all my sufferings here, 8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Charles Wesley, ab. 1759. 422 O God, thy will be done! We in these sacred words can find They calm and soothe the troubled mind, Oh, teach my heart the blessed way Teach me, O God, in truth to pray, Eliza Cabot Follen, ab. 1818. Behold the Bridegroom Comęth. So panteth my soul after Thee. Psalm xli. 1. C. M. 425 423 So pants my soul, O God, for thee, For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; 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? 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, Through tribulations great they came, Beyond the scourge, the tear, the rod, 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, The marriage of the Lamb. Rev. xix. 9. 423-426 C. M. The Lamb shall lead his ransomed flock Ah, no! with thee I'll walk below, Where living fountains play; H., 1865. Through conflict, toil, and strife; To whom, my Saviour, shall I go? Thy words are endless life. Unknown. 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. The Lord our God is clothed with might; With threatening aspect roar! And chains you to the shore. His voice sublime is heard afar: Henry Kirke White, 1806. Luke xxi. 28. 428-431 C. M. When signs and wonders there shall be Woe to the world, whose wailing throngs For them, with mighty trumpet's sound, Shall fly to earth's remotest bound, O watch, ye saints, with burning lamps, The fig tree buds: the forests leave: 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 Tho' earthquake shocks are threat'ning her, Unshaken as eternal hills, A mountain that shall fill the earth, Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1839. 2 Amid the hurricane I'll stand, C. M., 7 "Around thy wheels in the glad throng 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, 4 O Lord, Creator, All in all, Who art enthroned above: And wait to crown thee Lord of all, |