Where loyal hearts and true All rapture through and through All rapture through and through 4 O Paradise! O Paradise! All rapture through and through 5 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, Where loyal hearts and true All rapture through and through P.M. F. W. FABER. 1862. 1195 An innumerable company of angels. 1 HARK Heb. 12. 22. ARK, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling [beat shore: O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come; And, through the dark its echoes sweetly ringThe music of the Gospel leads us home. [ing, Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! turn their weary steps to Angels of Jesus, angels of light, [Thee. Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, [past; The day must dawn, and darksome night be Faith's journey ends in welcome to the [at last. And heaven, the heart's true home, will come Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! weary, 5 Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping [love. And life's long shadows break in cloudless Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! F. W. FABER. 1862. 8.6.8.6.8.8. 1196 Then face to face. 1 Cor. 13. 12. 1 IS sweet, O God, to sing Thy praise And we can almost seem to raise Hearts all on fire, and feelings strong, 2 But O! if songs like these are sweet, Where all Thy ransomed ones shall meet And having lived on earth to Thee, This house these hours of praise and prayer, T. RAWSON TAYLOR. 1836. P.M. 1197 A great multitude stood before the throne, and 1 before the Lamb.-Rev. 7. 9. STAND up your God, A multitude so bright, Saints, martyrs, and confessors all The Church below, would join you now, 2 3 4 5 From earthly tears and gloomy fears Ye, in the rest of God, As parts of the great armament On distant service still. A weary band, in foreign land, But faith can rise to yon fair skies, Ye, in the light of God, Safe hushed from all alarm, Out of the wild and surging waves, Have passed into the calm. No sinful stain, no grief, no pain, Can ever mar your hymn! But fears of death they cloy our breath, So! stand before your God In beautiful array, Sound your uplifted trumpets loud In your triumphant way; Your fight is done, your victory won, "Salvation to our God, And to the Lamb once slain," We answer to your chorus high, Worthy the Lamb" again. For us to God, by His own blood, G. RAWSON. 1865. 7.6.8.6.7.6.8.6. 1198 The glory which shall be revealed in us. Rom. 8. 18. 1 EN thousand times ten thousand, Their fight with death and sin; 2 What rush of Hallelujahs Fills all the earth and sky! And all its tribes were made! 3 O then what raptured greetings Nor widows desolate. 4 Bring near Thy great salvation, Thine exiles long for home; Shew in the heavens Thy promised sign, Thou Prince and Saviour come. DEAN ALFORD. 1867. |