4. Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God Incarnate, Man Divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.
5. Let every tribe and every tongu
Before Him prostrate fall,
And hail in universal song
The crowned Lord of all.
1. Sing, with all the sons of glory,
Sing the Resurrection song!
Death and sorrow, earth's dark story,
To the "former days" belong;
Even now the dawn is breaking,
Soon the night of time shall cease,
And, in God's own likeness waking,
Man shall know eternal peace.
2. O what glory, far exceeding
All that eye has yet perceived!
Holiest hearts, for ages pleading,
Never that full joy conceived.
God has promised, Christ prepares it,
There on high our welcome waits;
Every humble spirit shares it,
Christ has passed the eternal gates.
"Life eternal"! Heaven rejoices,
Jesus lives, Who once was dead;
Join, O Man, the deathless voices,
Child of God, lift up thy head.
Patriarchs from distant ages,
Saints all longing for this Heaven,
Prophets, psalmists, seers, sages,
All await the glory given.
4. "Life eternal"! O what wonders
Crowd on faith: what joy unknown,
When, amidst earth's closing thunders,
Saints shall stand before the throne!
O to enter that bright portal,
See that glowing firmament,
Know with Thee, O God Immortal,
"Jesus Christ, Whom Thou hast sent"!
1. We sing His love, Who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived again, That all His saints through Him might have
Eternal conquests o'er the grave.
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.
2. The saints, who now with Jesus sleep, His own almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day When death itself shall die away: Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality.
3. How loud shall our glad voices sing
When Christ His risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust, and risen clay
To realms of everlasting day!
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.
4. When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete;
When landed on that heavenly shore
Death and the curse will be no more:
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.
5. Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display,
When all Thy saints from death shall rise
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies.
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality. Amen.
I. The world is very evil,
The times are waxing late,
Be sober and keep vigil,
The Judge is at the gate;
The Judge Who comes in mercy,
The Judge Who comes with might,
Who comes to end the evil,
Who comes to crown the right.
2. Arise, arise, good Christian,
Let right to wrong succeed;
Let penitential sorrow
To heavenly gladness lead,
To light that has no evening,
That knows nor moon nor sun
The light so new and golden,
The light that is but one.
3. O home of fadeless splendour,
Of flowers that fear no thorn,
Where they shall dwell as children
Who here as exiles mourn;
'Midst power that knows no limit,
Where wisdom has no bound,
The Beatific Vision
Shall glad the saints around.
4. O happy, holy portion,
Refection for the blest,
True vision of true beauty,
True cure of the distrest.
Strive, Man, to win that glory;
Toil, Man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.
5. O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect;
O sweet and blessèd country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.
BERNARD OF CLUGNY. Tr. J. M. NEALE.
1. Jesus lives!-thy terrors now
Can, O Death, no more appal us;
Jesus lives!-by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthral us.
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