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3 Around that magnificent throne

Where the Lamb all his glory displays, United for ever in one,

His people are singing his praise. How holy, how happy are they!

No tongue can express their delight; My soul, now unwilling to stay,

Prepares for her heavenly flight. St. Simon and St. Jude. 316

S, M.
God the Preserver of the saints.

Jude 24, 25.
1 To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis his almighty love,

His counsel, and his care,
Preserve us safe from sin and death,

And ev'ry hurtful snare.
3 He will present his saints,

Unblemish'd and complete,
Before the glory of his face,

With joys divinely great.
Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,

And make his wonders known.

and St. Jude.
5 To our redeeming God

Almighty power belongs,
Unfading crowns of majesty,

And everlasting songs.


148th. Saints below animated by the example of those above. John xv, 18-20. Heb. vi, 12. Rev. xiv, 2, 3.

Look up to yonder heights !
See myriads round the throne !
Each bears a golden harp;

Each wears a glorious crown;
With joy they strike the sacred lyre,
And strive to raise their praises higher.

Believing in his name,
They in his footsteps trod;
His righteousness their trust;

Their only plea his blood:
Lo! now they reign with Him above,

Behold his face, and sing his love.
3 And shall we not aspire

Like them our course to run?
The crown if we would wear,

The cross must first be borne:
Divinely taught, they show'd the way,
First to believe, and then obey.



C. M.
The great cloud of witnesses.
Matt. v, 11, 12 Heb. xi, 83-38; xii, 1.

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.
2 Once they were mourning here below;

Their couch was wet with tears;
They wrestled once, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came;

They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,

Their triumphs to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that He trod;

His love inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,

They enter'd into rest.

5 Our glorious Leader let us bless,

For his own pattern giv'n,
And for the cloud of witnesses,

Which show the way to heav'n.

D. 7's.


The palm-bearing multitude.

Rev. vii, 9-17; xix, 6-8.
1 What are these in bright array,

This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day,

Hymning one triumphant song?
Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,

Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches to obtain,

New dominion ev'ry hour!" 2 These through fiery trials trod,

These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Seal'd with his almighty Name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,

Victor-palms in ev'ry hand,
Through their dear Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne

Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs,

Perfect love dispels all fears,
And for ever from their eyes

God shall wipe away the tears.

L. M.

Morning converse with God and the soul.

Ps. xcii, 1, 2.
1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2[Redeem thy misspent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;

For the great day thyself prepare.] 3 Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noonday clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys

Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways. 4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing

High glory to th' eternal King!
5[Lord! I my vows to Thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with Thyself my spirit fill.] 6 Direct, control, suggest, this day

All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

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