SAINTS IN GLORY.
Who are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?
2 These are they who bore the cross,
Faithful to their Master died;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the Crucified!
3 Out of great distress they came; And their robes by faith below In the blood of Christ the Lamb
They have wash'd as white as snow.
4 Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Master day and night,
God doth dwell among His own,
God doth in His saints delight.
5 He That on the throne doth reign
Them for evermore shall feed,
With the tree of life sustain
To the living fountains lead.
6 He shall all their griefs remove,
He shall all their wants supply;
God Himself, the God of love,
Tears shall wipe from every eye.
FOR THE FEAST OF
S. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. Heb. i. 14. AROUND the throne of God a band
Of bright and glorious Angels stand;
Sweet harps within their hands they hold,
And on their heads are crowns of gold.
2 Some wait around Him, ready still
To sing His praise and do His will;
And some when He commands them, go
To guard His servants here below.
3 Lord, give Thy Angels every day
Command to guide us on our way;
And bid them every evening keep
Their watch around us while we sleep;
4 So shall no wicked thing draw near,
To do us harm or cause us fear;
And we shall dwell, when life is past,
With Angels round Thy throne at last.
How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!
How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant !
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us
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And all for love, and nothing for reward:
O! why should heavenly God to men have such
SAINTS IN GLORY.
Who are these array'd in white,
Brighter than the noon-day sun,
Foremost of the sons of light,
Nearest the eternal throne?
2 These are they who bore the cross,
Faithful to their Master died;
Sufferers in His righteous cause,
Followers of the Crucified!
3 Out of great distress they came;
And their robes by faith below
In the blood of Christ the Lamb
They have wash'd as white as snow.
4 Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Master day and night,
God doth dwell among His own,
God doth in His saints delight.
5 He That on the throne doth reign
Them for evermore shall feed,
With the tree of life sustain
To the living fountains lead.
6 He shall all their griefs remove,
He shall all their wants supply;
God Himself, the God of love,
Tears shall wipe from every eye.
FOR THE FEAST OF
S. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. Heb. i. 14. AROUND the throne of God a band
Of bright and glorious Angels stand;
Sweet harps within their hands they hold,
And on their heads are crowns of gold.
2 Some wait around Him, ready still
To sing His praise and do His will;
And some when He commands them, go
To guard His servants here below.
3 Lord, give Thy Angels every day
Command to guide us on our way;
And bid them every evening keep
Their watch around us while we sleep;
4 So shall no wicked thing draw near,
To do us harm or cause us fear;
And we shall dwell, when life is past,
With Angels round Thy throne at last.
How oft do they their silver bowers leave
To come to succour us that succour want!
How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant!
They for us fight, they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us
[plant;
And all for love, and nothing for reward:
O! why should heavenly God to men have such
SELECTIONS FROM THE OLD VERSION &c.
THE OLD HUNDREDTH PSALM. L. M.
ALL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.
2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed,
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His flock, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.
3 O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why? The Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
How pleasant is Thy dwelling place,
O Lord of Hosts, to me!
The tabernacles of Thy grace,
How pleasant, Lord, they be!
2 My soul doth long full sore to go
Into Thy courts abroad;
My heart and flesh cry out also
For Thee, the living God.
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