560. L. M. The World to Come. ANONYMOUS 1 THERE is a world we have not seen, Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy. 2 That world to come! and O how blest!- And never did an angel-guest 3 It is all holy and serene, The land of glory and repose; 4 It is not fanned by summer gale; C. M. H. BALLOU 561. Heavenly Zion. 1 BEHOLD, on Zion's heavenly shore, A pure and countless band, Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er, 2 From earth's remotest bounds they came, And, through the victories of the Lamb, 562. 3 Hunger and thirst they know no more, 4 God all their tears shall wipe away, 7s. M. The Saints in Glory. 1 HIGH, in yonder realms of light, 2 Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find, 3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, S. M. Heavenly Rest. 1 AND is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed, RAFFLES. R. PALMER. Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find? 2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, 563. 564. 3 Forever blesséd they, Whose joyful feet shall stand, 4 My soul would thither tend, 1 THERE is a land mine eye hath seen, 2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, 4 There sweeps no desolating wind The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven. 1 HEAVEN is the land where troubles cease, Where toils and tears are o'er ; 565. And not the shadow of distress 2 Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy, Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, 566. MOURNING AND CONSOLATION. L. M. "Blessed are they that mourn." BRYANT 1 DEEM not that they are blessed alone, 2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, 3 0, there are days of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night! But joy shall come with early light. 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier 5 For God hath marked each anguished day, 567. 12s. & 11s. M. Farewell to a Friend Departed. HEBER. 1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee; And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side: But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the sera phim’s song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died. |