6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes the rest;

Sweet is the calm of Paradise the bless'd.

Alleluia. 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of Glory passes on his way.

Alleluia.

8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's

farthest coast,

Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,

Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Alleluia.

188 "Of whom the whole family in heaven

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and earth is named."

NOME, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise.

2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

3 One family, we dwell in him,
One Church, above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;

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Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.

5 Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;

And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die.

6 Then, Lord of hosts, be thou our guide,
And we, at thy command,
Through waves that part on either side,
Shall reach thy blessed land.

189 "And after this I beheld, and lo, a great 8s. 7s.
multitude, which no man could num- Double.
ber, of all nations and kindred and
people and tongues, stood before the
throne, and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their
hands."

HARK! the sound of holy voices,
Chanting o'er the crystal sea,

Alleluia, alleluia,

Alleluia, Lord, to thee:

Multitude, which none can number,
Like the stars in glory stands,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of victory in their hands.

2 Patriarch, and holy Prophet,
Who prepared the way of Christ,
King, Apostle, Saint, Confessor,
Martyr and Evangelist,
Saintly maiden, godly matron,

Widows who have watched to prayer,

Joined in holy concert, singing

To the Lord of all, are there.

3 They have come from tribulation,
And have wash'd their robes in blood,
Wash'd them in the blood of Jesus;
Tried they were, and firm they stood;
Mock'd, imprison'd, stoned, tormented,
Sawn asunder, slain with sword,
They have conquer'd death and Satan
By the might of Christ the Lord.

4 Marching with thy cross their banner,
They have triumph'd, following
Thee, the Captain of salvation,

Thee, their Saviour and their King,
Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffer'd;
Gladly, Lord, with thee they died;
And by death to life immortal
They were born and glorified.

5 Now they reign in heavenly glory,
Now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river,
Holy bliss and infinite:

Love and peace they taste for ever,
And all truth and knowledge see

In the beatific vision

Of the blessed Trinity.

III. THE CHURCH.

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"Glorious things are spoken of thee,
O city of God."

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GLORIOUS of

LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

He, whose word cannot be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode;

On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.

2 See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint, while such a river
Ever flows their thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3 Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear,
For a glory and a covering,

Showing that the Lord is near.
Blest inhabitants of Zion,

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood!

Jesus, whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

191 O pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee."

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LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,

The Church our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy Church, O God;

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.'

3 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;

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To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe
Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Sion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

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Awake, awake; put on thy strength,
Ó Sion."

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TRIUMPHANT Sion! lift thy head

From dust, and darkness, and the dead: Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength.

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,
And let thy excellence be known:
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness,
The world thy glories shall confess.

3 No more shall foes unclean invade,
And fill thy hallow'd walls with dread;
No more shall hell's insulting host
Their victory and thy sorrows boast.

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