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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.

HEAVEN.

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HYMN 669, C. M.

The cheering Prospect of Heaven.

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There, everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

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Stand dressed in living green;

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So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4. But tim'rous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,—
Those gloomy doubts that rise,-

And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes;—

mf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,-

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Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 670, L. M.

The Worship of Heaven.

! for a sweet, inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,

From the bright realms of endless day,-
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns.
2 There, low before his glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;

And, with delightful worship, own

Ilis smile their bliss, their heaven, their all.
3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,

And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies.
4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze:
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There, all the foll'wers of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir:
Oh! may the joy-inspiring theme

Awake our faith and warm desire.
6 Dear Saviour! let thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.

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The Songs and Bliss of Heaven.

HIGH in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love:
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,

Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
Torturing pain, and heavy woe.
2 Mid the chorus of the skies,
Mid th' 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,

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Lulled to rest, the aching head,
Soothed, the anguish of the mind.

3 All is tranquil and serene,

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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.

HYMN 672, S. M.

Rest for the weary Soul.

I! where shall rest be found,-
Rest for the weary soul!

'T were vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.

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HYMN 673, C. M.

Freedom from Sin and Sorrow.

OW happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!

With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all his glory see.

2 "Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry,
That brought us near to God:"

In ceaseless hymns of praise, they shout
The virtue of his blood.

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3 Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,
Ambitious to proclaim,

Before the Father's awful throne,
The honors of the Lamb.

4 With wondering joy, they recollect
Their fears and dangers past;

And bless the wisdom, power, and love,
Which brought them safe at last.

5 Lord! let the merit of thy death
To me be likewise given;

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And I, with them, will shout thy praise,
Through all the courts of heaven.

HYMN 674, 8s and 6s, Irregular.
Things temporal and eternal.

H! weep not for the joys that fade,
Like evening lights away,—

For hopes, that, like the stars decayed,
Have left thy mortal day;

For clouds of sorrow will depart,

And brilliant skies be given;

And though on earth the tear may start,
Yet bliss awaits the holy heart,

Amid the bowers of heaven.

2 Oh! weep not for the friends, that pass
Into the lonely grave,

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.As breezes sweep the withered grass
Along the restless wave;

For though thy pleasures may depart,
And mournful days be given,

And lonely though on earth thou art,
Yet bliss awaits the holy heart,
When friends rejoin in heaven.

HYMN 675, C. M.

Heaven anticipated.

COME, Lord! and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue,

And let the joys of heaven impart

Their influence to our song.

mf 2 Then, to the shining realms of bliss,
The wings of faith shall soar,
And all the charms of paradise
Our raptured thoughts explore.

3 There, shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;

And endless honors to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

4 Lord! tune our hearts to praise and love,—
Our feeble notes inspire;

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Till, in the blissful courts above,
We join the heavenly choir.

HYMN 676, 8s and 6s, Irregular.
Heaven anticipated.

1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given:
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast,
'Tis found above-in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;

When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear but heaven.

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To brighter prospects given ;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

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4 There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;

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There, rays divine disperse the gloom;-
Beyond the confines of the tomb,

Appears the dawn of heaven.

HYMN 677, C. M.

The Peace and Repose of Heaven.

THERE is an hour of hallowed peace,
For those with cares oppressed,

When sighs and sorr'wing 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, who oft have sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

3 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;