Chapter XVI: Introduction (16)

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

1077 8s & 7s.
Blessed are the dead, etc.
Rev. 14:13.

Happy soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

2 Struggling through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer’s breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest;
For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear thy transitory pain;
Die, to live a life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

1078 P. M.
What is your life? It is even a vapor.
James 4:14.

What is life? ’tis but a vapor,
Soon it vanishes away:
Life is but a dying taper—
O, my soul, why wish to stay!
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!

2 See that glory, how resplendent!
Brighter far than fancy paints;
There, in majesty transcendent,
Jesus reigns the King of saints,
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!

3 Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of his love;
Through the heavens his praise resounding,
Filling all the courts above.
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!

4 Go, and share his people’s glory,
’Midst the ransomed crowd appear;
Thine a joyful, wondrous story,
One that angels love to hear.
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!

1079 8s, 7s & 4s.
Death of an aged pilgrim.

Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,
All the storms of sorrow fled,
Death hath found a quiet pillow
For the agéd Christian’s head,
Peaceful slumbers
Guarding now his lowly bed.

2 O, may we be reunited
To the spirits of the just,
Leaving all that sin has blighted
With corruption, in the dust;
Hear us, Jesus,
Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.

1080 7s & 4s.
Prayer for support in death.

When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,
Light me through the gloomy way;
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.

2 Upward from this dying state
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate;
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Then, triumphant,
I will join the immortal choir.

1081 7s & 6s.
Time is winging us away.

Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day—
A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee;
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that’s mortal soon shall be
Inclosed in death’s cold arms.

2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day—
A journey to the tomb!
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above,
Far beyond the world’s alloy,
Secure in Jesus’ love.

1082 10s.
His eye was not dim, etc.
Deut. 34:7.

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,
In full activity of zeal and power;
A Christian can not die before his time;
The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.

2 Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;
Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,
Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.

3 Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour lay
In death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.

4 Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,
And open vision for the written word.

1083 8s & 9s.
Death of a missionary.

Weep not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky,
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshiping chorus on high.

2 Weep not for the spirit now crowned
With the garland to martyrdom given,
O weep not for him; he has found
His reward and his refuge in heaven.

3 But weep for their sorrows, who stand
And lament o’er the dead by his grave—
Who sigh when they muse on the land
Of their home, far away o’er the wave.

4 And weep for the nations that dwell
Where the light of the truth never shone,
Where anthems of praise never swell,
And the love of the Lamb is unknown.

5 Weep not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky;
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshiping chorus on high:

6 But weep for the mourners who stand
By the grave of their brother, in tears,
And weep for the people whose land
Still must wait till the day-spring appears.

1084 8s & 3s.
All is well.

What’s this that steals upon my frame?
Is it death?
That soon will quench this vital flame?
Is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From every pain and sorrow free,
I shall my Lord in glory see—
All is well!

2 Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well!
My sins are pardoned, I am free;
All is well.
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Saviour from my eyes;
I soon shall mount the upper skies—
All is well.

3 Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,
All is well;
I will rehearse the pleasing story,
All is well.
Bright angels have from glory come,
They’re round my bed, they’re in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home—
All is well.

4 Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well;
I soon shall see his face in glory,
All is well.
Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you—
My glittering crown appears in view;
All is well.

5 Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,
Saved by grace;
I’ve come to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace.
All, all is peace and joy divine,
All heaven and glory now are mine;
O, hallelujah to the Lamb!
All is well.

1085 P. M.
Present with the Lord.
2 Cor. 5:8.

O think that, while you’re weeping here,
His hand a golden harp is stringing;
And with a voice serene and clear,
His ransomed soul, without a tear,
His Saviour’s praise is singing!

2 And think that all his pains are fled,
His toils and sorrows closed for ever;
While he, whose blood for man was shed,
Has placed upon his servant’s head
A crown that fadeth never!

3 For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,
Faith lightest pinions lending.

4 And thus, when to the silent tomb,
Your lifeless dust like his is given,
Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,
That yet again in faithful bloom,
That dust shall smile in heaven!

1086 8s & 4s.
There remaineth a rest.
Heb. 4:9.

There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

2 The storm that racks the wintery sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening’s latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.

3 Thou traveler in this vale of tears,
To realms of everlasting light,
Through time’s dark wilderness of years,
Pursue thy flight.

4 Whate’er thy lot—whate’er thou be—
Confess thy folly—kiss the rod;
And in thy chastening sorrows see
The hand of God.

5 Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemned in wretchedness to roam,
Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.

1087 6s & 4s.
Forsake me not, etc.
Psalm 71:9.

Lowly and solemn be
Thy children’s cry to thee,
Father divine;
A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death
Alike are thine.

2 O Father, in that hour,
When earthly help and power
Are all in vain,
When spears, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down,
Do thou sustain.

3 By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod—
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away—
Aid us, O God.

4 Trembling beside the grave,
We call on thee to save,
Father divine:
Hear, hear our suppliant breath;
Keep us, in life and death,
Thine, only thine.

1088 7s & 6s.
All the rivers run into the sea.
Eccl. 1:7.

As flows the rapid river,
With channel broad and free,
Its waters rippling ever,
And hastening to the sea;
So life is onward flowing,
And days of offered peace,
And man is swiftly going
Where calls of mercy cease.

2 As moons are ever waning,
As hastes the sun away,
As stormy winds, complaining,
Bring on the wintery day:
So fast the night comes o’er us—
The darkness of the grave;
The death is just before us;
God takes the life he gave.

3 Say, hath thy heart its treasure
Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure
Thy God to praise and love?
Beware lest death’s dark river
Its billows o’er thee roll,
And thou lament for ever
The ruin of thy soul.

1089 8s & 4s.
As a dream, when one awaketh.
Psalm 73:20.

Alas! how poor and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth
That lure us here!
Dreams of a sleep that death must break:
Alas! before it bids us wake,
They disappear.

2 Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that rolled so light and gay,
The heart’s blithe tone?
The strength is gone, the step is slow,
And joy grows weariness and woe
When age comes on.

3 Our birth is but a starting-place;
Life is the running of the race,
And death the goal:
There all those glittering toys are brought;
That path alone, of all unsought,
Is found of all.

4 O, let the soul its slumbers break,
Arouse its senses, and awake
To see how soon
Life, like its glories, glides away,
And the stern footsteps of decay
Come stealing on.

1090 S. H. M.
Friend after friend departs.

Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end?
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.

2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime,
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life’s affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire,

3 There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.

4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.

1091 8s & 4s.
Weep not for me.

When the spark of life is waning,
Weep not for me;
When the languid eye is streaming,
Weep not for me;
When the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing,
’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,
Weep not for me.

2 When the pangs of death assail me,
Weep not for me;
Christ is mine, he can not fail me,
Weep not for me;
Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,
From his love my soul to sever,
Jesus is my strength for ever;
Weep not for me.

1092 7s & 6s.
Mortality swallowed up of life.
2 Cor. 5:4.

No, no, it is not dying
To go unto our God,
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward taking
Along the starry road.

2 No, no, it is not dying
Heaven’s citizen to be,
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.

3 No, no, it is not dying
The Shepherd’s voice to know;
His sheep he ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock he feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.

4 No, no, it is not dying
To wear a heavenly crown,
Among God’s people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling,
Of him whose sway we own.

5 O no, this is not dying,
Thou Saviour of mankind;
There, streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here, only drops we find.

1093 10s, 6s, & 4s.
The burial of the dead.

Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings
We leave our holy dead,
To rest in hope! From this world’s sufferings
Their souls have fled!

2 O! when our souls are burdened with the weight
Of life, and all its woes,
Let us remember them, and calmly wait
For our life’s close!

1094 6s & 8s.
Go to thy rest in peace.

Go to thy rest in peace,
And soft be thy repose;
Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;
From earthly cares, in sweet release,
Thine eyelids gently close.

2 Go to thy peaceful rest;
For thee we need not weep,
Since thou art now among the blest—
No more by sin and sorrow pressed,
But hushed in quiet sleep.

3 Go to thy rest; and while
Thy absence we deplore,
One thought our sorrow shall beguile;
For soon, with a celestial smile,
We meet to part no more.

1095 11s.
He died at his post.

Away from his home and the friends of his youth,
He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,
For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost:
Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.

2 The stranger’s eye wept, that, in life’s brightest bloom,
One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.

3 He wept not himself that his warfare was done—
The battle was fought, and the victory won;
But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,
“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post.”

4 He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;
He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;
But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
That his brethren might know that he died at his post.

5 Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell,
With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell:
He has passed o’er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,
For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post.

6 And can we the words of his exit forget?
O! no; they are fresh in our memory yet:
An example so worthy shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.

1096 12s & 11s.
Farewell to a friend departed.

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 thro’ 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 has 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 seraphim’s song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;
And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.

1097 11s, peculiar.
Heavenly prospect.

Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,
The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:
Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,
Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.

2 Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,
Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;
And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,
And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.

3 High was the anthem those raptures revealing,
Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;
But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,
And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.

1098 11s & 12s.
Vanity of vanities.
Eccl. 12:8.

Far, far o’er hill and dale, on the winds stealing,
List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing,
Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those sounds away,
So earthly joys decay, while new their feeling!

2 Now through the charméd air, on the winds stealing,
List to the mourner’s prayer, solemnly bending:
Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away,
To those which ne’er decay, for life is ending.

3 So when our mortal ties death shall dissever,
Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never,
And in eternal day, joining the angels’ lay,
To our Creator pay homage for ever.

SECOND ADVENT.

1099 C. M.
Looking for the coming of the day of God.
2 Peter 3:12.

Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious star of day!
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night,
With all our tears, away.

2 Strangers on earth, we wait for thee;
O leave the Father’s throne;
Come with a shout of victory, Lord,
And claim us as thine own.

3 O bid the bright archangel now
The trump of God prepare,
To call thy saints—the quick, the dead,
To meet thee in the air.

4 No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see;
Our eye is on the royal crown,
Prepared for us and thee.

5 But, dearest Lord, however bright
That crown of joy above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in thy love?

6 What to the joy, the deeper joy,
Unmingled, pure and free,
Of union with our living Head,
Of fellowship with thee?

7 This joy e’en now on earth is ours;
But only, Lord, above
Our heart without a pang shall know
The fullness of thy love.

8 There, near thy heart, upon the throne,
Thy ransomed Bride shall see
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb,
Who died to make her free.

1100 S. M. D.
Come, Lord Jesus.
Rev. 22:20.

The Church has waited long
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she.
Age after age has gone,
Sun after sun has set,
And still in weeds of widowhood
She weeps a mourner yet.
Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

2 Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died;
And as they left us, one by one,
We laid them side by side;
We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there,
Till the last glorious morn.
Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

3 The whole creation groans,
And waits to hear that voice
That shall restore her comeliness,
And make her wastes rejoice.
Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!

1101 P. M.
When the King of kings comes.

When the King of kings comes,
When the Lord of lords comes;
We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes:
To see the nations broken down,
And kingdoms once of great renown,
And saints now suffering wear the crown,
When the King of kings comes.

2 When the trump of God calls,
When the last of foes falls;
We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes:
To see the saints raised from the dead,
And all together gatheréd,
And made like to their glorious Head,
When the King of kings comes.

3 When the foe’s distress comes,
When the church’s rest comes;
We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes:
To see the New Jerusalem,
Its fullness and its matchless frame,
Surpassing all report and fame,
When the King of kings comes.

4 When the world’s course is run,
When the judgment is begun;
We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes:
To see the sons of God well known,
All spotless to their Father shown,
And Jesus all his brethren own,
When the King of kings comes.

5 When our Lord in clouds comes,
When he with great power comes;
We shall have a joyful day,
When the King of kings comes:
To see all things by him restored,
And God himself alone adored,
By all the saints with one accord,
When the King of kings comes.

1102 8s, 7s & 4s.
O, come quickly.

Saviour, haste: our souls are waiting
For the long expected day,
When, new heavens and earth creating,
Thou shalt banish grief away;
All the sorrow
Caused by sin and Satan’s sway.

2 Haste, O hasten thine appearing,
Take thy mourning people home;
’Tis this hope our spirits cheering,
While we in the desert roam,
Makes thy people
Strangers here till thou dost come.

3 Lord, how long shall the creation
Groan and travail sore in pain,
Waiting for its sure salvation
When thou shalt in glory reign,
And like Eden
This sad earth shall bloom again?

4 Reign, O reign, almighty Saviour,
Heaven and earth in one unite;
Make it known, that in thy favor,
There alone is life and light;
When we see thee
We shall have supreme delight.

1103 8s, 7s & 4s.
The Lord cometh, etc.
Jude 14.

Lo! he cometh—countless trumpets
Wake to life the slumbering dead;
’Mid ten thousand saints and angels,
See their great exalted Head:
Hallelujah!—
Welcome, welcome, Son of God!

2 Full of joyful expectation,
Saints behold the Judge appear;
Truth and justice go before him—
Now the joyful sentence hear;
Hallelujah!—
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!

3 “Come, ye blesséd of my Father!
Enter into life and joy:
Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ;”
Hallelujah!—
Welcome, welcome, to the skies.

1104 8s, 7s & 4s.
Behold he cometh with clouds.
Rev. 1:7.

Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain,
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train!
Hallelujah!
Jesus now shall ever reign!

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day,
Come to judgment!
Come to judgment! come away!

4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air,
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!

5 Lord, thy Bride says by thy Spirit,
Hasten thou the general doom!
Promised glory to inherit,
Take thy weary pilgrims home!
All creation
Travails, groans, and bids thee come.

6 Yes—Amen! Let all adore thee,
High on thy exalted throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdoms for thy own!
O! come quickly!
Hallelujah, come, Lord, come!

1105 P. M.
That blessed hope.
Titus 2:13.

We wait for thee, all-glorious One;
We look for thine appearing;
We bear thy name, and on the throne,
We see thy presence cheering.
Faith even now
Uplifts its brow,
And sees the Lord descending,
And with him bliss unending.

2 We wait for thee, through days forlorn,
In patient self-denial;
We know that thou our grief hast borne
Upon thy cross of trial.
And well may we
Submit with thee
To bear the cross and love it,
Until thy hand remove it.

3 We wait for thee; already thou
Hast all our heart’s submission;
And though the spirit sees thee now,
We long for open vision;
When ours shall be
Sweet rest with thee,
And pure, unfading pleasure,
And life in endless measure.

4 We wait for thee in certain hope—
The time will soon be over;
With child-like longing we look up,
The glory to discover.
O, bliss! to share
Thy triumph there,
When home with joy and singing,
The Lord his saints is bringing!

THE RESURRECTION.

1106 L. M.
The day of the Lord will come.
2 Peter 3:10.

The Lord will come, the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixéd seat forsake;
And withering, from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

2 The Lord will come, but not the same
As once in lowly form he came;
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

3 The Lord will come—a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind.

4 While sinners in despair shall call,
“Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!”
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing—“The Lord is come!”

1107 L. M.
The great day of his wrath.
Rev. 6:17.

That day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
What power shall be the sinner’s stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day?

2 When shriveling like a parchéd scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

3 O, on that day, that dreadful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O God, the sinner’s stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

1108 C. M.
Because I live, you shall live also.
John 14:19.

When, downward, to the darksome tomb,
I thoughtful turn my eyes,
Frail nature trembles at the gloom,
And anxious fears arise.

2 Why shrinks my soul? in death’s embrace
Once Jesus captive slept;
And angels hovering o’er the place,
His lowly pillow kept.

3 Thus shall they guard my sleeping dust,
And, as the Saviour rose,
The grave again shall yield her trust,
And end my deep repose.

4 My Lord, before to glory gone,
Shall bid me come away;
And calm and bright shall break the dawn
Of heaven’s eternal day.

5 Then let my faith each fear dispel,
And gild with light the grave;
To him my loftiest praises swell,
Who died from death to save.

1109 S. M.
And to wait for His Son from heaven.
1 Thess. 1:10.

In expectation sweet,
We wait, and sing, and pray,
Till Christ’s triumphal car we meet,
And see an endless day.

2 He comes! the Conqueror comes!
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful prisoners burst their tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

3 The trumpet sounds—Awake!
Ye dead, to judgment come!
The pillars of creation shake,
While hell receives her doom.

4 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace;
No night of sorrow e’er shall close
Upon its perfect bliss.

1110 S. M.
Awake and sing, you that dwell in dust.
Isaiah 26:19.

Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the anxious brow,
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,
Rest from all labor now;

2 Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls,
And breaks the turf-sealed ground.

3 Ye dwellers in the dust,
Awake! come forth and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been,
But bright shall be your spring.

4 ’Twas sown in weakness here;
’Twill then be raised in power:
That which was sown an earthly seed,
Shall rise a heavenly flower.

1111 11s.
At the last trump.
1 Cor. 15:52.

The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire;
Lo! self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud;
And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed.

2 The glory! the glory! around him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And there, all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear!

3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard;
Lo! the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred!
From the sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of men are come forth.

4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the lamb and the bright-crownéd elders are met!
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word.

1112 P. M.
He will swallow up death in victory.
Isaiah 25:8.

Lo! the seal of death is breaking;
Those who slept its sleep are waking;
Heaven opes its portals fair!
Hark! the harps of God are ringing;
Hark! the seraph’s hymn is flinging
Music on immortal air.

2 There, no more at eve declining,
Suns without a cloud are shining
O’er the land of life and love;
There the founts of life are flowing,
Flowers unknown to time, are blowing
In that radiant scene above.

3 There no sigh of memory swelleth;
There no tear of misery welleth;
Hearts will bleed or break no more;
Past is all the cold world’s scorning,
Gone the night, and broke the morning,
Over all the golden shore.

1113 6s & 5s.
For the trumpet shall sound.
1 Cor. 15:52.

The last lovely morning,
All blooming and fair,
Is fast onward fleeting,
And soon will appear.
CHORUS.
While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump
Sounds, Come, come away,
O, let us be ready to hail the glad day.

2 And when that bright morning
In splendor shall dawn,
Our tears shall be ended,
Our sorrows all gone.

3 The Bridegroom from glory
To earth shall descend,
Ten thousand bright angels
Around him attend.

4 The grave shall be opened,
The dead shall arise,
And with the Redeemer
Mount up to the skies.

5 The saints then immortal
In glory shall reign,
The Bride with the Bridegroom
For ever remain.

FINAL JUDGMENT.

1114 C. P. M.
That he may find mercy, etc.
2 Tim. 1:18.

When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But—can I bear the piercing thought—
What if my name should be left out
When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace:
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this, the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 And when the final trump shall sound,
Among thy saints let me be found,
To bow before thy face;
Then in triumphant strains I’ll sing,
While heaven’s resounding mansions ring
With praise of sovereign grace.

1115 S. M.
Behold the day is come.

Behold the day is come;
The righteous Judge is near;
And sinners, trembling at their doom,
Shall soon their sentence hear.

2 Angels, in bright attire,
Conduct him through the skies;
Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire,
Attend him as he flies.

3 How awful is the sight!
How loud the thunders roar!
The sun forbears to give his light,
And stars are seen no more.

4 The whole creation groans;
But saints arise and sing:
They are the ransomed of the Lord,
And he their God and King.

1116 8s, 7s & 4s.
The voice of the archangel, etc.
1 Thess. 4:16.

Hark, ye mortals, hear the trumpet
Sounding loud, the mighty roar!
Hark! the archangel’s voice proclaiming,
Thou, old Time, shalt be no more.
Rolling ages,
Now your solemn close appears.

1117 8s, 7s & 4s.
Every eye shall see him.
Rev. 1:7.

Day of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round;
How the summons
Will the sinner’s heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, “This Lord is mine!”
Gracious Saviour,
Own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee?

4 Horrors past imagination
Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
“Hence, accurséd wretch, depart!
Hence, with Satan
And his angels have your part.”

5 But to those who have confesséd,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, “Come near, you blesséd,
See the kingdom I bestow:
You for ever
Shall my love and glory know.”

6 Under sorrows and reproaches,
May this thought our courage raise!
Swiftly God’s great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be changed to praise:
May we triumph,
When the world is in a blaze!

1118 11s & 5s.
Where shall the ungodly, etc.
1 Peter 4:18.

Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression,
What shall thy doom be, when, arrayed in terror,
God shall command thee, covered with pollution,
Up to the judgement?

2 Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder,
Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance
Hurl from his presence thy affrighted spirit,
Swift to perdition.

3 Oft has he called thee, but thou wouldst not hear him,
Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted;
Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded,
Waits to embrace thee.

4 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment,
Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted,
Come to the fountain open for the guilty;
Jesus invites you.

5 But, if you trifle with his gracious message,
Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures,
Mercy, grown weary, shall, in righteous judgment,
Leave you for ever.

6 O! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning;
Fly to the Saviour, and embrace his pardon;
So shall your spirit meet with joy triumphant,
Death and the judgment.

HEAVEN.

1119 L. M.
The former things are passed away.
Rev. 21:4.

There is a land mine eye hath seen,
In visions of enraptured thought,
So bright that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant glory fraught;

2 A land upon whose blissful shore
There rests no shadow, falls no stain;
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted, meet again.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise
To dissipate the gloom of night.

4 There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calm, serene abode;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.

1120 C. M.
Rev. 14:1-3.

On Zion’s glorious summit stood
A numerous host redeemed by blood;
They hymned their King in strains divine:
I heard the song, and strove to join.

2 Here all who suffered sword or flame
For truth, or Jesus’ lovely name,
Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb,
And bow before the great I AM.

3 While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss for ever new
Rise in succession to their view.

4 O sweet employ, to sing and trace
The amazing hights and depths of grace;
And spend from sin and sorrow free,
A blissful, vast eternity!

5 O what a sweet, exalted song,
When every tribe and every tongue,
Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear,
And join in one full chorus there!

6 My soul anticipates the day—
Would stretch her wings and soar away,
To aid the song, the palm to bear,
And praise my great Redeemer there.

1121 L. M.
Rev. 22:4.

Lo! round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints in countless myriads stand;
Of every tongue redeemed to God,
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.

2 Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame;
But now from all their labors rest,
In God’s eternal’ glory blest.

3 They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumph of his grace;
And day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.

4 O, may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.

1122 L. M.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul.
Psalm 116:7.

Return, my soul, and sweetly rest,
On thy almighty Father’s breast;
The bounties of his grace adore,
And count his wondrous mercies o’er.

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserved my breath,
And snatched my fainting soul from death;
Removed my sorrows, dried my tears,
And saved me from surrounding snares.

3 What shall I render to thee, Lord?
Or how his wondrous grace record?
To him my grateful voice I’ll raise,
With just thanksgiving to his praise.

4 O Zion! in thy sacred courts,
Where glory dwells, and joy resorts,
To notes divine I’ll tune the song,
And praise shall flow from every tongue.

1123 L. M.
In my Father’s house, etc.
John 14:2.

Thy Father’s house! thine own bright home,
And thou hast there a place for me!
Though yet an exile here I roam,
That distant home by faith I see.

2 I see its domes resplendent glow,
Where beams of God’s own glory fall;
And trees of life immortal grow,
Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall.

3 I know that thou, who on the tree
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee,
And waitest to receive me there!

4 Thy love will there array my soul
In thine own robe of spotless hue;
And I shall gaze while ages roll,
On thee, with raptures ever new!

5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet
Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er;
A Father’s warm embrace to meet,
And dwell at home for evermore!

1124 L. M.
The heavenly mansion.

My heavenly home is bright and fair,
We’ll be gathered home;
Nor death nor sighing visit there,
We’ll be gathered home:
CHORUS.
We’ll wait till Jesus comes,
We’ll wait till Jesus comes,
We’ll wait till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home.

2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine,
We’ll be gathered home;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine,
We’ll be gathered home.

3 My Father’s house is built on high,
We’ll be gathered home;
Above the arched and starry sky,
We’ll be gathered home.

4 When from this earthly prison free,
We’ll be gathered home;
That heavenly mansion mine shall be,
We’ll be gathered home.

5 While here, a stranger far from home,
We’ll be gathered home;
Affliction’s waves may round me foam,
We’ll be gathered home.

6 Let others seek a home below,
We’ll be gathered home,
Which flames devour or waves o’erthrow,
We’ll be gathered home.

7 Be mine the happier lot to own,
We’ll be gathered home;
A heavenly mansion near the throne,
We’ll be gathered home.

8 Then, fail this earth, let stars decline,
We’ll be gathered home;
And sun and moon refuse to shine,
We’ll be gathered home.

9 All nature sink and cease to be,
We’ll be gathered home;
That heavenly mansion stands for me,
We’ll be gathered home.

1125 L. M.
1 Pet. 1:4.

There is a region lovelier far
Than sages tell or poets sing—
Brighter than summer’s beauties are,
And softer than the tints of spring.
CHORUS.
I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

2 It is all holy and serene,
The land of glory and repose;
No cloud obscures the radiant scene;
There not a tear of sorrow flows.

1126 C. M.
They that sow in tears, shall reap in joy.
Psalm 126:5.

There is an hour of hallowed peace
For those with care oppressed,
When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease,
And all be hushed to rest.

2 ’Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts which here annoy;
Then they that oft had sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows,
On that celestial shore.

4 There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;
There they that oft had sown in tears
Shall reap again in joy.

1127 C. M. D.
There’s music in the upper heaven.

There’s music in the upper heaven—
The choral notes that swell,
Are sweeter, fuller, richer far,
Than human lips can tell;
When rings the gush of golden harps,
And heavenly lutes are swept,
To tell the quenchless love of him
Who o’er a lost world wept.

2 The gliding rush of countless wings,
Borne on the swelling breeze,
That wafts the rustling music by,
Amid embowered trees;
The echo of the myriad feet,
That fall on pavements fair,
Of glittering dazzling gold that gleams
In untold brightness there.

3 The music of the pearly gates,
When back by angels flung,
Admitting there a ransomed soul,
Their sinless bands among;
The silvery sound that’s swelling up,
When flows the stream of life;
The rustle of the emerald leaf,
With healing virtues rife:

4 And then the tide of melody
That swells and bursts, when rings
The new song in that far-off world,
That thrilling rapture brings:
But, awed, we may not note its power,
Its depths we may not sound;
Unfathomed, fathomless it rolls
In glorious might around.

1128 C. M.
Earnestly desiring.
2 Cor. 5:2.

O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne’er invades!

2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason’s feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal to the skies.

1129 C. M.
There is a land, a happy land.

There is a land, a happy land
Where tears are wiped away
From every eye, by God’s own hand,
And night is turned to day.

2 There is a home, a happy home,
Where way-worn travelers rest,
Where toil and languor never come,
And every mourner’s blest.

3 There is a port, a peaceful port,
A safe and quiet shore,
Where weary mariners resort
And fear the storms no more.

4 There is a crown, a dazzling crown,
Bedecked with jewels fair;
And priests and kings of high renown,
That crown of glory wear.

5 That land be mine, that calm retreat,
That crown of glory bright;
Then I’ll esteem each bitter sweet,
And every burden light.

1130 8s & 6s.
The hope—laid up for you in heaven.
Col. 1:5.

There is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given;
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast—
’Tis found above—in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven;
When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear—but heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene—in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn—of heaven.

1131 C. M.
Rev. 15:2, 3.

Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise,
Around Jehovah’s throne;
Songs of celestial joy they raise,
To mortal lips unknown.

2 Upon the sea of glass they stand
In shining robes of light;
The harps of God are in their hand,
They rest not day or night.

3 O! for an angel’s perfect love,
A seraph’s soaring wing,
To sing with thousand saints above,
The triumphs of our King.

4 On earth our feeble voice we try,
In weakness and in shame,
We bless, we laud, we magnify,
We conquer in his name.

5 But, O! with pure and sinless heart,
His mercies to adore,
My God, to know thee as thou art,
Nor grieve thy Spirit more!

6 O! blessed hope! a “little while,”
And we, amidst that throng,
Shall live in our Redeemer’s smile,
And swell the immortal song.

1132 C. M.
Far up the everlasting hills.

There is a fold where none can stray,
And pastures ever green,
Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
Or night, is never seen.

2 Far up the everlasting hills,
In God’s own light it lies;
His smile its vast dominion fills
With joy that never dies.

3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave,
Divides that land from this;
I have a Shepherd pledged to save,
And bear me home to bliss.

4 Soon at his feet my soul shall lie,
In life’s last struggling breath;
But I shall only seem to die,
I shall not taste of death.

5 Far from this guilty world to be
Exempt from toil and strife;
To spend eternity with thee—
My Saviour, this is life!

1133 S. M.
Inheritance of the saints in light.
Col. 1:12.

And is there, Lord, a rest
For weary souls designed,
Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance find?

2 Is there a blissful home,
Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live, and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat?

3 Are their bright, happy fields,
Where nought that blooms shall die;
Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields,
And healthful breezes sigh?

4 Are there celestial streams,
Where living waters glide,
With murmurs sweet as angel dreams,
And flowery banks beside?

5 For ever blesséd they
Whose joyful feet shall stand,
While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious land!

6 My soul would thither tend
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious Lord, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven!

1134 S. M.
I love to think of heaven.

I love to think of heaven,
Where white-robed angels are,
Where many a friend is gathered safe,
From fear, and toil, and care.
CHORUS.
There will be no more parting there,
There will be no more parting there,
In heaven above, where all is love,
There will be no more parting there.

2 I love to think of heaven,
Where my Redeemer reigns,
Where rapturous songs of triumph rise,
In endless, joyous strains.

3 I love to think of heaven,
The saints’ eternal home,
Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne’er fade,
And all our joys are one.

4 I love to think of heaven,
The greetings there we’ll meet,
The harps—the songs for ever ours—
The walks—the golden streets.

5 I love to think of heaven,
That promised land so fair;
O how my raptured spirit longs
To be for ever there.

1135 S. M.
Come, sing to me of heaven.

Come, sing to me of heaven,
When I’m about to die;
Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.
CHORUS.
There’ll be no sorrow there,
There’ll be no sorrow there,
In heaven above, where all is love,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

2 When the last moment comes,
O, watch my dying face,
To catch the bright seraphic glow,
Which on each feature plays.

3 Then to my raptured ear
Let one sweet song be given;
Let music charm me last on earth,
And greet me first in heaven!

1136 6s & 4s.
Hebrews 11:16.

Know ye that better land,
Where care’s unknown?
Know ye that blesséd band
Around the throne?
There, there is happiness,
There streams of purest bliss;
There, there are rest and peace—
There, there alone.

2 Yes, yes, we know that place,
We know it well;
Eye hath not seen his face,
Tongue can not tell;
There are the angels bright,
There saints enrobed in white,
All, all are clothed in light—
There, there they dwell.

3 O! we are weary here,
A little band,
Yet soon in glory there
We hope to stand;
Then let us haste away,
Speed o’er this world’s dark way,
Unto that land of day—
That better land.

4 Come! hasten that sweet day,
Let time begone,
Come! Lord, make no delay,
On thy white throne;
Thy face we wish to see,
To dwell and reign with thee,
And, thine for ever be—
Thine, thine alone.

1137 7s, double.
Who are these—and whence came they?
Rev. 7:13.

Who are these in bright array,
This exulting, happy throng,
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?
“Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour.”

2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with his almighty name.
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer’s might,
More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, amidst the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels all fears;
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.

1138 7s, double.
They rest from their labors.
Rev. 14:13.

High in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above;
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel’s love:
Once they knew, like us below,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Torturing pain and heavy woe,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears.

2 ’Mid the chorus of the skies,
’Mid the angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus’ love!
Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find;
Lulled to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.

3 All is tranquil and serene,
Calm and undisturbed repose;
There no cloud can intervene,
There no angry tempest blows;
Every tear is wiped away,
Sighs no more shall heave the breast,
Night is lost in endless day,
Sorrow—in eternal rest.

1139 7s, 6s & 4s.
Good night till then.

I journey forth rejoicing,
From this dark vale of tears,
To heavenly joy and freedom,
From earthly bonds and fears;
Where Christ our Lord shall gather
All his redeemed again,
His kingdom to inherit;—
Good night till then!

2 Go to thy quiet resting,
Poor tenement of clay!
From all thy pain and weakness
I gladly haste away;
But still in faith confiding
To find thee yet again,
All glorious and immortal;—
Good night till then!

3 Why thus so sadly weeping,
Beloved one of my heart?
The Lord is good and gracious,
Though now he bids us part.
Oft have we met in gladness,
And we shall meet again,
All sorrows left behind us;—
Good night till then!

4 I go to see his glory,
Whom we have loved below;
I go, the blesséd angels,
The holy saints, to know;
Our lovely ones departed,
I go to find again,
And wait for you to join us;—
Good night till then!

5 I hear the Saviour calling;
The joyful hour has come:
The angel-guards are ready
To guide me to our home;
Where Christ our Lord shall gather
All his redeemed again,
His kingdom to inherit;—
Good night till then!

1140 7s.
Rev. 7:13-17.

Palms of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light;
Priest, and kings, and conquerors they.

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne,
And proclaim in joyful psalms
Victory through his cross alone.

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,
“Take the kingdom, it is thine,
King of kings, and Lord of lords!”

4 Round the altar saints confess,
If their robes are white as snow,
’Twas the Saviour’s wondrous grace,
And his blood, that made them so.

5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt;
Sinners once, of Adam’s race;
Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt;
But were saved by sovereign grace.

6 They were mortal, too, like us:
Ah! when we, like them, must die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign and shine on high!

1141 7s & 6s.
He hath prepared for them a city.
Heb. 11:16.

We are on our journey home,
Where Christ our Lord is gone;
We shall meet around his throne,
When he makes his people one
In the new Jerusalem.

2 We can see that distant home,
Though clouds rise dark between;
Faith views the radiant dome,
And a luster flashes keen
From the new Jerusalem.

3 O glory shining far
From the never-setting Sun!
O trembling morning star!
Our journey’s almost done
To the new Jerusalem.

4 O holy! heavenly home!
O, rest eternal there!
When shall the exiles come,
Where they cease from earthly care,
In the new Jerusalem.