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Since o'er thy footstool here below

Author: Muhlenberg Hymnal: VoP1873 #943 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Since o'er thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strown, Oh, what magnificence must glow, Great God, about thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light; There the full ocean rolls, how bright! 2 If night's blue curtain of the sky,-- With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy With glittering diamonds fraught,-- Be, Lord, thy temple's outer vail, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! 3 The dazzling sun at noonday hour,-- Forth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower Till vale and mountain blaze,-- But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine; What, then, the day where thou dost shine? 4 Oh, how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays! Or how our spirits, so impure, Upon thy glory gaze! Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight, And fit us for that world of light. Topics: Heaven; Magnificence of Heaven
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As when the weary traveler gains

Author: Newton Hymnal: VoP1873 #944 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 As when the weary traveler gains The height of some o'erlooking hill, His heart revives, if, 'cross the plains, He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 So when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell With Jesus in the realms of day; Then shall I bid my cares farewell, And he will wipe my tears away. Topics: Heaven; Heaven in Anticipation Scripture: Isaiah 33:17
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In vain the fancy strives to paint

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #945 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In vain the fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround a saint When yielding up his breath. 2 One gentle sigh the bondage breaks; We scarce can say he's gone, Before the willing spirit takes Its mansion near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail To trace the spirit's flight: No eye can pierce within the vail Which hides the world of light. 4 Thus much, and 'tis enough to know, Saints are completely blest; Have done with sin, and care, and woe, And with their Saviour rest. 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, And see him face to face; Oh, let us catch the heavenly flame, And live in his embrace! Topics: Heaven; The Moment after Death
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Sweet rivers of redeeming love

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #946 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Sweet rivers of redeeming love Lie just before mine eye, Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd to those rivers fly-- I'd rise superior to my pain, With joy outstrip the wind; Would cross cold Jordan's stormy main, And leave the world behind. 2 I view the monster death, and smile, Now he has lost his sting; Though Satan rages all the while, I still in triumph sing; By faith I see the radiant throne, The crown of life for me, By faith I claim it as my own, And wait my Lord to see. 3 In a few toilsome years, at most, My sorrows will be o'er; Then shall I join the heavenly host On Canaan's happy shore, My raptured soul with joy shall drink Of love's unbounded sea, And only live to speak and think Of him who died for me. Topics: Heaven; Glimpses of Glory
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Who are these arrayed in white

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: VoP1873 #947 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Who are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noonday sun? Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross; Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in his righteous cause; Followers of the dying God. 2 Out of great distress they came; Washed their robes, by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb-- Blood that washes white as snow; Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night; God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. Topics: Heaven; The Redeemed Multitude
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For ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be!

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: VoP1873 #948 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 For ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. 2 Here, in the body pent, Absent from him I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 For ever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis thy will, The promise of that faithful word E'en here to me fulfill. 4 So when my latest breath Shall rend the vail in twain, By death shall I escape from death, And life eternal gain. 5 Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, For ever with the Lord! Topics: Heaven; At Home in Heaven Scripture: Job 19:27
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When forced to part from those we love

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #949 (1873) Lyrics: 1 When forced to part from those we love, Though sure to meet to-morrow, We still a painful anguish prove-- We feel a pang of sorrow. 2 But who can e'er describe the tears We shed when thus we sever, If doomed to part for months, for years-- To part, perhaps, for ever? 3 Yet, if our aims are fixed aright, A sacred hope is given, Though here our prospects end in night, We'll meet again in heaven. 4 Then let us form those bonds above Which time can ne'er dissever, Since, parting in a Saviour's love, We part to meet for ever. Topics: Heaven; To Meet Again
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Who are these in bright array, This exulting, happy throng

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: VoP1873 #950 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Who are these in bright array, This exulting, happy throng, Round the altar night and day Hymning one 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 affliction came; Now, before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name: Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor-palms in every hand, Through their great 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 their tears. Topics: Heaven; The Redeemed in Heaven Scripture: Revelation 7:11-17
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There is an hour of hallowed peace

Author: W. B. Tappan Hymnal: VoP1873 #951 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is an hour of hallowed peace For those with cares oppressed, When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease, And all be hushed to rest. 2 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears And doubts which here annoy; Then they that oft had sown in tears Shall reap again in joy. 3 There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more; The stream of endless pleasure flows On that celestial shore. 4 There purity with love appears, And bliss without alloy; There they that oft had sown in tears Shall reap again in joy. Topics: Heaven; The Peace and Repose of Heaven
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I would not live alway; I ask not to stay

Author: Muhlenberg Hymnal: VoP1873 #952 (1873) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Lyrics: 1 I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's joys, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway; no--welcome the tomb! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom: There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies, 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God-- Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns? 4 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. Topics: Heaven; I Would not Live Alway Scripture: Job 7:16

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