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Far from these narrow scenes of night

Author: Steele Hymnal: VoP1873 #953 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Far from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise, And realms of joy and pure delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more! 3 No cloud those blissful regions know,-- Realms ever bright and fair; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there. 4 Oh, may the heavenly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith and strong desire Bear every thought above. 5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky. Topics: Heaven; Glories of Heaven Scripture: John 17:24
Far from these narrow scenes of night
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We know, by faith we know

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: VoP1873 #954 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 We know, by faith we know, If this vile house of clay, This tabernacle, sink below In ruinous decay, We have a house above, Not made with mortal hands, And firm as our Redeemer's love That heavenly fabric stands. 2 It stands securely high, Indissolubly sure-- Our glorious mansion in the sky Shall evermore endure: Oh, were we entered there, To perfect heaven restored! Oh, were we all caught up to share The triumph of our Lord! 3 For this in faith we call, For this we weep and pray: Oh, might the tabernacle fall! Oh, may we 'scape away! Full of immortal hope, We urge the restless strife, And hasten to be swallowed up In everlasting life. Topics: Heaven; A House not Made with Hands
We know, by faith we know
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There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands

Author: Colewall Hymnal: VoP1873 #955 (1873) Lyrics: 1 There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands; Beside its ancient portal A silent sentry stands; He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortals nevermore. 2 Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message To souls that watch and wait; And at the time appointed, A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord's anointed From cross to glory's crown. 3 Their sighs are lost in singing, They're blessed in their tears; Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears: Death like an angel seemeth: We welcome thee, they cry; Their face with glory beameth-- 'Tis life for them to die! Topics: Heaven; The Beautiful of Lands
There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands
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There's a land that is fairer than day

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #956 (1873) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 There's a land that is fairer than day,-- And by faith we may see it afar; For the Father waits over the way To prepare us a dwelling-place there. 2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest; And our spirits shall sorrow no more,-- Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 3 To our bountiful Father above, We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of his love, And the blessings that hallow our days. Topics: Heaven; The Sweet By-and-by
There's a land that is fairer than day
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Beautiful Zion, built above, Beautiful city that I love

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #957 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Beautiful Zion, built above, Beautiful city that I love, Beautiful gates of pearly white, Beautiful temple,--God its light! He who was slain on Calvary Opens those pearly gates to me. 2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light, Beautiful angels clothed in white, Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir: There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshiping at the Saviour's feet. 3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors show, Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there! Thither I press with eager feet; There shall my rest be long and sweet. 4 Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs for angels sing, Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, Beautiful home of perfect peace! There shall my eyes the Saviour see; Haste to this heavenly home with me! Topics: Heaven; Beautiful Zion
Beautiful Zion, built above, Beautiful city that I love
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Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings

Author: Cennick Hymnal: VoP1873 #958 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above! 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending, seeks the sun,-- Both speed them to their source; So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn,-- Press onward to the prize; Soon your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Topics: Heaven; Pressing Toward the Mark for the Prize Scripture: Ecclesiastes 1:5-7
Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings
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All hail! ye fair celestial shores

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #959 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 All hail! ye fair celestial shores, Ye lands of endless day; Swift on my view your prospects pour, And drive my griefs away. 2 There's a delightful clearness now-- My clouds of doubt are gone; Fled is my former darkness too, My fears are all withdrawn. 3 Short is the passage, short the space, Between my home and me; Then, then, behold the radiant place! How near the mansions be! Topics: Heaven; Celestial Prospects
All hail! ye fair celestial shores
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Oh, when shall we sweetly remove

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: VoP1873 #960 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Oh, when shall we sweetly remove, Oh, when shall we enter our rest,-- Return to the Zion above, The mother of spirits distressed;-- That city of God the great King, Where sorrow and death are no more, Where saints our Immanuel sing, And cherub and seraph adore? 2 But angels themselves can not tell The joys of that holiest place, Where Jesus is pleased to reveal The light of his heavenly face: When, caught in the rapturous flame, The sight beatific they prove, And walk in the light of the Lamb, Enjoying the beams of his love. 3 Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer We long thy appearing to see, Resigned to the burden we bear, But longing to triumph with thee; 'Tis good at thy word to be here; 'Tis better in thee to be gone, And see thee in glory appear, And rise to a share in thy throne. Topics: Heaven; Desiring to be with Christ
Oh, when shall we sweetly remove
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Oh, what a mighty change Shall Jesus' suff'rers know

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: VoP1873 #961 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh, what a mighty change Shall Jesus' suff'rers know, While o'er the happy plains they range, Incapable of woe! No ill-requited love Shall there our spirits wound: No base ingratitude above,-- No sin in heaven is found. 2 There all our griefs are spent: There all our sorrows end: We can not there the fall lament Of a departed friend; A brother dead to God, By sin, alas! undone: No father there, in passion loud, Cries, O my son! my son! 3 No slightest touch of pain, Nor sorrow's least alloy, Can violate our rest, or stain Our purity of joy: In that eternal day No clouds or tempests rise; There gushing tears are wiped away For ever from our eyes. Topics: Heaven; God shall Wipe away all Tears Scripture: 2 Samuel 14:14
Oh, what a mighty change Shall Jesus' suff'rers know
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We've no abiding city here

Author: Kelly Hymnal: VoP1873 #962 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 We've no abiding city here: Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer,-- We seek a city yet to come. 2 We've no abiding city here: Then let us live as pilgrims do; Let not the world our rest appear, But let us haste from all below. 3 We've no abiding city here: We seek a city out of sight; Zion its name--the Lord is there; It shines with everlasting light. Topics: Heaven; An Abiding City Scripture: Psalm 107:7
We've no abiding city here

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