JOHN B. DYKES

222 ALFORD 7.6.8.6 D.

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2 What rush of alleluias

Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation

And all its tribes were made!
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand-fold repaid!

3 Oh, then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore!
What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!

Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.

4 Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power, and reign!
Appear, Desire of nations!

Thine exiles long for home;

Show in the heaven Thy promised sign,
Thou Prince and Saviour, come!

Amen. HENRY ALFORD

224 MAIDSTONE 7s. D.

WALTER B. GILBERT

the land of light and love;

2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heav'nly Father's breast!
Like the wand'ring dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Ever in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength
Till they reach Thy throne at length;
At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by Thy saving grace;
Give me at Thy side a place.
Sun and shield alike Thou art;
Guide and guard my erring heart,
Grace and glory flow from Thee;
Shower, oh, shower them, Lord, on me!
Amen.
HENRY F. LYTE