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2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond the reign of death,
Where life is not a breath,
3 There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
Forined for the good alone;
Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away,
*To pure and perfect day; Nor sink those stars in empty night, But hide themselves in heaven's own light.
Foretaste of Heaven.
1 What must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine! : This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heaven, my all!
In seas of heavenly rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
C. P. M.
Or frown my tears to see: Restrained from passionate excess, Thou bid'st me mourn in calm distress,
For them that rest in thee.
, I feel a strong immortal hope, Which bears my mournful spirit up,
Beneath its mountain-load : Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain, I soon shall find my friend again,
Within the arms of God. 3 Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing sha! restore,
Which death hath snatched away; For me thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend,
In that eternal day.
8, 7, & 4s. M. 671.
Mrs. GILBERT. Support in Death. i When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
Upward bid my soul aspire;
Dwell for ever,
Dwell on each immortal wire. 3 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
While my triumphs
C. P. M.
Eternal things impress;
And wake to righteousness.
Eternal bliss to insure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
3 Then, Father, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight
And everlasting love.
The Redeemed in Heaven.
1 Who are these in bright array,
This exulting, happy throng,
. These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
The Society of Heaven.
1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
In joy, and peace, and thee? 9 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold ?
And streets of shining gold?
Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.