Made ready for your full reward, 3 4 Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. Go, meet Him in the sky, With all His saints ascend : Ye that have here received The unction from above, Jesus shall claim you for His bride: 6 457 Shall soon the saints receive, In glorious joy to live; Far from a world of grief and sin, (Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound ; Watching let us be found; When Jesus doth the heavens bow, Be found-as, Lord, Thou find'st us now!) LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, Partners in His sufferings here; Christ, to all believers precious, Of His heavenly kingdom near! Earth and heaven Melt before the Judge's face! 3 Sun and moon are both confounded, Shines the everlasting Light. 4 See the stars from heaven falling, Hark! on earth the doleful cry, Men on rocks and mountains calling, While the frowning Judge draws nigh, "Hide us, hide us, Rocks and mountains, from His eye!" 5 With what different exclamation All with shouts cry out, ""Tis He!" 6 Yes, the prize shall now be given, 458 Kings through all eternity! Describing Heaven. HOW OW weak the thoughts, and vain, Men, who, fixed to earth alone, 2 How happy, then, are we, 3 4 Who build, O Lord, on Thee! What can our foundation shock? Though the shattered earth remove, Stands our city on a rock, On the rock of heavenly Love. A house we call our own, Which cannot be o'erthrown: Storms and earthquakes it defies; Built immovably secure; Built eternal in the skies. High on Immanuel's land We see the fabric stand; From a tottering world remove To our steadfast mansions there : Cannot pass from heir to heir. 5 Those amaranthine bowers Bloom, our infinite reward, 6 O might we quickly find 7 appear. High on Thy great white throne, In the new Jerusalem Now triumphantly descend; HOW 4-8s & 2-6s. J. WESLEY. 1747. OW happy is the pilgrim's lot! Confined to neither court nor cell, 2 His happiness in part is mine, 3 The things eternal I pursue; 4 (I have no babes to hold me here; 5 (No foot of land do I possess, I lodge awhile in tents below, 6 Nothing on earth I call my own; I trample on their whole delight, 7 There is my house and portion fair; For me my elder brethren stay, 8 (I come, thy servant, Lord, replies ;- 460 Now let the pilgrim's journey end: (170) THE HERE is a land of 2 There everlasting spring abides, So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink 5 O could we make our doubts remove, And see the Canaan that we love, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, |