you ARE form'd a creature new, Cleans'd by Jesus' precious blood, Can you Christ in spirit view, Reconcil'd by him to God; Rise, to meet the Bridegroom, go, Mingle with the virgin-row, Have you oil, you need not fear, Tho' this moment he appear. 2 Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb, Slumber not, 'midst worldly care; Let your lamps be all on flame, For his coming now prepare: Then whene'er ye hear the cry, Lo, the Bridegroom draweth nigh, You will not confounded be, But can meet him cheerfully. Of the Church Triumphant, and the Glory of XL. We wait for thee, Immanuel, Come soon, thy majesty reveal: MOUNT Zion, where the Lamb of Our voices then in higher strains shall God Who for our sins aton'd, And bought us by his precious blood, For ever is enthron'd; Where his redeem'd and chosen bride 2 Jerusalem, the church above, 3 Deliver'd from this mortal clay, From sorrow, sin, and pain, True holiness obtain. 977.* T. 97. HOW greatly doth my soul rejoice, and heir. And shall the glories of his kingdom share. 3 Then all old things will pass away, And a new scene itself display; raise THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal, and above; And here my spirit waiting stands, Till it shall hence remove. 2 My Saviour by his saving grace 3 We walk by faith of joys to came, 4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace; But we had rather see: We would be absent from the flesh, 979.* T. 585.* JESUS' life of grief and sorrows, And in death our joy remain, Christ's our Life, hence death is gain. 2 On his precious death and merit All our hopes are safely built; Freed from sin's condemning guilt, 'Twas for us his blood was spilt! 4 Jesus' body, once interred, We lie down in hope most blest. 6 Conqu'ring Lord, to heav'n ascended We shall see thee face to face. 7 Jesus! at thy blest appearing, 980.* T. 58. HAPPY I am, yet o'er my happiness Can ne'er rejoice but with a blushing face For it is mere mercy, remains a wonder 2 In the glorious presence Of God my Saviour, I'll ever 3 That his incarnation, His bitter passion, And meritorious death procur'd salvation, And life for me. 4 In his great atonement I'll trust unshaken, : 8 On what joys celestial Shall I be feasting, When, in thy presence from all labor resting, I sabbath keep! 9 O! what songs of praises Will then in heaven Resound, when all the ransom'd souls thanksgiving To Jesus bring! 10 Lamb, once slain for sinners, Receive our praises, Honor and glory from all choirs and classes, To thee they're due. 11 Now let all say Amen, The Lord be praised, In heav'n and earth his name for ever blessed By all that breathe! 981. T. 205. EXALT and praise the Lord, Gratefully with one accord, Laud his name for evermore, With the angels him adore; Thank him for the faithfulness Wherewith he his witnesses, Who in heav'n are perfected, Thro' great tribulation led. 2 Here by Jesus' precious blood, Cleans'd from sin and render'd chaste, They, as ministers of God, Him by word and deed confest ; Until I once to see him shall be taken, Of the prize, at last the crown Whom here I love. 5 Grant to me, Lord Jesus, ever, ; Have obtain'd, for them laid up; Now they serve the Lamb of God, (Having in his precious blood Wash'd their robes &made them white,) In his temple day and night. 4 In fine, spotless linen drest, Giving heed unto his word; Thro' the blood of Christ alone; 982. T. 166. UNTO ourselves with deepest awe Their lives and worldly grandeur: The Lamb once slain, alone 3 Rejoice, my soul, thou soon, When here thy race is run, Shalt have the favor To go and join the blest, And there at home to rest With Christ, thy Saviour. 4 Then shall our woe and grief Find a most sure relief In joys unbounded: Triumphant songs shall be To the blest Trinity For ever sounded. 5 How blest when we can say, All else is fled away, And love prevaileth! No longer faith and hope We need to bear us up, Love never faileth. 6 See, how the victors go In raiment white as snow, With glory crowned! He grants to them, thro' grace, Around his throne a place, On whom death frowned. 7 The Bridegroom now appears, 8 O Lord, grant my request, From thee, my Treasure. 9 At thy thro'-pierced feet I'll humbly take my seat, There's heav'n's enjoyment: For thou'rt my Saviour; 984. T. 136. My Lord and God! Who hast for me atoned, 985. T. 149. O HOW excellent and fair, And how rich our treasure, And in death's agony for me hast groan-2 I weep for joy, And raise my feeble song, For both in life and death this meditation My pardon's sealed with thy blood, 2 The time will come, [endeth, Saith a believing heart; The time, to be with him at home, 3 Come soon, O come, Ye hours, wherein for ever, [favor With hosts of saints I too shall have the Countless hosts before God's throne, 4 May this ever blessed hope Praise our gracious Saviour. |