Therefore are they next the throne, on A &
Serve their Maker day and night
God resides among his own,
God doth in his saints delight.

3 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 tear from every face;
Fill up every soul with love.

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WAY with our sorrow and fear,"

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We soon shall recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come.

From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode;
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.

2 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night,
Where Jesus's beauties display
A pure and a permanent light:

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The Lamb is their light and their sun, 108
And, lo, by reflection they shine!

With Jesus ineffably one,

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3 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live;
They reign in the smile of their Lord!
The flame of angelical love

Is kindled at Jesus's face;
And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze!

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(REV. vii. 9-14.)

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XALTED high at God's right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crown'd, in white array,

My wondering soul says, Who are they?' 2 These are the saints belov'd of God, Wash'd are their robes in Jesus' blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light.

3 Amen,' they cry,' to Him alone

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'Who dares to fill his Father's throne;' They give him glory, and again

Repeat his praise, and say, Amen,'

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AR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise

And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 There pain and sickness never move,
And grief no more complains ;
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3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair;

For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

4 O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,

Till wings of faith, and strong desire
Bear every thought above!

5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;

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Then bid our souls rise
The chorus of the sky.

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Y thoughts surmount these lower skies,
And look within the veil ;

There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.

2 There I behold with sweet delight
The blessed Three in One ;

And strong affections fix my sight

On God's incarnate Son.

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And seals it on his heart.

4 Light are the pains that nature brings,

How short our sorrows are, When with eternal future things The present we compare!

5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,

Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

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Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides, on! I
And never-withering flowers ;

Death, like a narrow sea, divides nadad
This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand drest in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O could we make our doubts remove, Y

Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes!

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H the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,

Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!

2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;

And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.

4 His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!

5 This is the man, the exalted man,
Whom we unseen adore;

But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.

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1 GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise

Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

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With sins, and doubts, and fears, blode