5 [Where they dwell, with full enjoyment There we hope, ere long to be: Praise his people's sweet employment Through a bright eternity:

While we still remain on earth,
Let us praise our heav'nly birth.]

536. Saints come out of Tribulation.

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REV. vii. 14, &c.

WHO are those array'd in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun, Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their master stood, Sufferers in his righteous cause, Followers of their dying GOD! 2 Out of great distress they came, Wash'd their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder lamb; Blood that washes white as snow. Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their master day and night: GOD resides among his own;

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3 [More than conquerors at last,
Now they find their trials o'ers
They have all their sufferings past,
Hunger now, and thirst, no more:

No distressing heat they feel
Now from persecution's ray;
In a heavenly clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day.]

4 He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed; With the tree of life sustain,

To the living fountains lead:
He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wants at once remove,
Wipe the tears from every face,
Filling every soul with love!

537. Saints in Glory. L. M.

REV. vii. 14, &c.

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Q. EXALTED high at God's right hand, Nearer the throne, than cherubs stand; With glory crown'd in white array, My wond'ring soul says, who are they? A. These are the saints belov'd of GoD, Wash'd are their robes in JESU's blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light.

Q. Brighter than angels, lo, they shine! Their glories great and all divine; Tell me their origin, and say

Their order what, and whence came en they?

A. Thro' tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame ;

Within the living temple blest,

In GOD they dwell, and on him rest. Q. And does the cross thus prove their gain?

And shall they thus for ever reign, Seated on heavenly thrones, to praise The wonders of redeeming grace? A. Hunger they ne'er shall feel again, Nor burning thirst shall they sustain ; To wells of living water led, By God the Lamb for ever fed. Q. Unknown to mortal ears, they sing The secret glories of their King: Tell me the subject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise? A. JESUS the SAVIOUR is their theme; They sing the wonders of his name, To him ascribing pow'r and grace, Dominion, and eternal praise.

538. The Glory of Christ displayed in Heaven. C. M.

That at the name of JESUS every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth.-PHIL. ii. 10.

O THE delight, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,

Where JESUSsheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!

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2 [Sweet majesty, and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow; A.
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.]

3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
While round his throne they meet;
And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.

40 glorious sight! those blessed feet, That once rude iron tore,

High on a throne of light they stand;
And all the saints adore.

5 That sacred, that majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See, what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!

6 This is "the Man of Sorrows" once,
Whom we, unseen, adore ;
But, when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

539. The Believer desiring to be in Glory. Es.

And I said, O that I had wings like a dove, &c. PSL.. lv. 6.

O HAD I the wings of a dove,
I'd make my escape and begone:

I'd mix with the spirits above,

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To the place where the weary have
rest;
I'd haste from contention and broil,

To the peaceful abode of the blest. 2 [How happy are they who no more Have to fear the assaults of the foe! Arriv'd on the heavenly shore,

They have leftall their conflicts below, They are far from all dangers and fear, While remembrance increases their joys,

As the storm when escap'd will endear The retreat that the haven supplies.] 3 Around that magnificent throne, Where the Lamb all his glory disUnited for ever in one, [plays, His people are singing his praise. How holy, how happy are they! No tongue can express their delight: My soul, now unwilling to stay, Prepares for her heavenly flight. 4 But why do I wish to be gone?bull Do I want from the danger to flee? And shall I do nothing for one,H & Who was once such a suff'rer for me? Ah LORD! let me think of the day, When thou wast" rejected of men;" And put the base wish far away, AT And never be fearful again, T