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4 But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh!

605. L. M. BUTCHER. The redeemed out of every kindred and tongue." 1 From north and south, from east and west,

Advance the myriads of the blest;
From every clime of earth they come,

And find in heaven a common home. 2 In one immortal throng we view

Pagan and Christian, Greek and Jew;
But, all their doubts and darkness o'er,

One only God they now adore. 3 Howe'er divided here below,

One bliss, one spirit now they know; Though some ne'er heard of Jesus' name,

Yet God admits their humble claim. 4. On earth, according to their light,

They aimed to practise what was right;
Hence all their errors are forgiven,
And Jesus welcomes them to heaven.

606. C. M.

Watts. The Redeemed in Heaven. 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 mourners here below,

Their eyes were dim with tears; They wrestled hard, as we would now,

With sins, and doubts and fears.

3 I asked them whence their victory came;

They, with united breath,
Ascribed their triumph to the Lamb,

Who burst the bands of death. 4 They marked the footsteps which he trod;

His zeal inspired their breast; And following their ascended Lord,

They reached the promised rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For his example given;
While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven.

607. C. M.

The High-way to Zion.
1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.
2 See the fair way his hand hath raised,

How holy, and how plain!
Nor shall the simplest trav'lers err,

Nor ask the track in vain.
3 A hand divine shall lead you on,

Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise,

And see your smiling God.
4 There garlands of immortal joy

Shalĩ bloom on every head,
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows,

all are fled.

5 March on in your Redeemer's strength;

Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye

While labouring up the hill.

608. 7. M.

The Saints in Glory.
1 Who are these in bright array?

This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day-
Tuning their triumphant song?-
“ Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Blessing, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great afflictions came;
Now, before the throne of God,
Sealed with his eternal name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might,

More than conqu’rors now they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb, from near the throne,
Shall to living fountains lead;
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispel their fears;
And, forever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away their tears.


609. C. M. WATTS.

The Seasons of the Year. 1 With songs and honours sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his showers of blessings down

To cheer the plains below; He makes the


the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,

And wintry days appear.
4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,

Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends his word, and melts the snow;

The fields no longer mourn :
He calls the warmer gales to blow,

And bids the spring return.
6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey his mighty word : With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

610. L. M. ANONYMOUS. Thou crownest the year with thy goodness.1 Great God! at whose all-powerful call,

At first arose this beauteous frame; Thou bidst the seasons change, and all

The changing seasons speak thy name. 2 Thy bounty bids the infant year,

From winter storms recovered, rise; When thousand grateful scenes appear,

Fresh opening to our wondering eyes. 3 The new delight, how great, to see

The earth in vernal beauty dressed; While in each herb, and flower, and tree

Thy opening bounty shines confessed ! 4 Aloft, full beaming, reigns the sun,

And light, and genial heat conveys;
And, while he leads the seasons on,

From thee derives his quickening rays. 5 Indulgent God! from every part

Thy plenteous blessings largely flow;
We see; we taste; let every heart
With grateful love and duty glow.
611. H. M. FREEMAN.

God in the Seasons of the Year.
1 LORD of the worlds below!

On earth thy glories shine;
The changing seasons show

Thy skill and power divine:
In all we see The rolling years
A God appears;

Are full of thee.

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