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There never shall the sun go down

Author: Alice Cary Hymnal: VoP1873 #963 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There never shall the sun go down From the lamenting day; There storms shall never rise to beat The light of love away. 2 There living streams thro' deathless flowers Are flowing free and wide; There souls that thirsted here below Drink, and are satisfied. 3 I know my longing shall be filled, When this weak, wasting clay Is folded like a garment, from My soul, and laid away. 4 Oh, what a blissful heritage On such as I to fall; Possessed of thee, my Lord, my God, I am possessed of all. Topics: Heaven; The Enduring Inheritance
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Palms of glory, raiment bright

Author: Montgomery Hymnal: VoP1873 #964 (1873) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Lyrics: 1 Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light; Priests, and kings, and conquerors they. 2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amid the throne, And proclaim, in joyful psalms, Victory through his cross alone. 3 Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, Take the kingdom; it is thine, King of kings and Lord of lords! 4 Round the altar saints confess, If their robes are white as snow, 'Twas the Saviour's wondrous grace, And his blood, that made them so. 5 Who were these? on earth they dwelt; Sinners once of Adam's race; Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt; But were saved by sovereign grace. 6 They were mortal, too, like us: Ah! when we, like them, must die, May our souls, translated thus, Triumph, reign, and shine on high! Topics: Heaven; Emblems of Victory
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There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign

Author: Watts Hymnal: VoP1873 #965 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign: Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink From this cold, narrow sea; And linger shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore. Topics: Heaven; Prospect of Heaven Scripture: Revelation 21
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On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye

Author: Stennett Hymnal: VoP1873 #966 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 Oh, the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight!-- Sweet fields, arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight. 3 O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son for ever reigns, And scatters night away. 4 No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath, Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. 5 When shall I reach that happy place, And be for ever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest? 6 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; Though Jordan's waves should round me roll, I'd fearless launch away. Topics: Heaven; Heaven in Prospect Scripture: Isaiah 33:17
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Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me

Author: Dickson Hymnal: VoP1873 #967 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me; When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace in thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold; Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 3 Oh when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end? 4 Why should I shrink from sin and woe? Or feel, at death, dismay? Jerusalem I soon shall view, In realms of endless day. 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; There shall my labors have an end When I thy joys shall see. Topics: Heaven; The Heavenly City
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Parting soul, the floods await thee

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #968 (1873) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 Parting soul, the floods await thee, And the billows round thee roar; Yet rejoice,--the holy city Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There are crowns, and thrones of glory; There the living waters glide; There the just, in shining raiment, Stand by our Immanuel's side. 3 Linger not--the stream is narrow-- Though its cold, dark waters rise; He, who passed the floods before thee Guides thy path to yonder skies. Topics: Heaven; The Farther Shore
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Intemperance, like a raging flood

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #969 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Intemp'rance, like a raging flood, Is sweeping o'er the land; Its dire effects, in tears and blood, Are traced on every hand. 2 It still flows on, and bears away Ten thousands to their doom: Who shall the mighty torrent stay, And disappoint the tomb? 3 Almighty God! no hand but thine Can check the flowing tide; Stretch out thine arm of power divine, And bid the flood subside. 4 Dry up the source from whence it flows, Destroy its fountain-head: That dire Intemp'rance and its woes No more the earth o'erspread. Topics: Reform, Temperance, Etc.; Ravages of Intemperance
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Round the temp'rance standard rally

Author: Anon. Hymnal: VoP1873 #970 (1873) Lyrics: 1 Round the temp'rance standard rally All the friends of human kind; Snatch the devotees of folly, Wretched, perishing, and blind: Loudly tell them How they comfort now may find. 2 Bear the blissful tidings onwards, Bear them all the world around; Let the myriads thronging downwards, Hear the sweet and blissful sound, And, obeying, In the paths of peace be found. 3 Plant the temp'rance standard firmly; Round it live and round it die; Young and old defend it sternly, Till we gain the victory, And all nations Hail the happy jubilee. Topics: Reform, Temperance, Etc.; For Temperance Meetings
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Praise, for the glorious light

Author: M. W. Hale Hymnal: VoP1873 #971 (1873) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Praise for the glorious light Which crowns this joyous day; Whose beams dispel the shades of night, And wake our grateful lay! 2 Praise for the mighty band Redeemed from error's chain, Whose echoing voices, through our land, Join our triumphant strain! 3 Ours is no conquest gained Upon the tented field; Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained The victor's helm and shield. 4 But the strong might of love, And truth's all-pleading voice, As angels bending from above, Have made our hearts rejoice. 5 Lord, upward to thy throne Th' imploring voice we raise; The might, the strength, are thine alone; Thine be our loftiest praise. Topics: Reform, Temperance, Etc.; For Success in Reform
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Slavery and death the cup contains

Author: Sargent Hymnal: VoP1873 #972 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Slavery and death the cup contains; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains, Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing, Whose power the gain fiend obeys: What countless thousands tribute bring For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound; The wife regains a husband freed! The orphan clasps a father found! 4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind; Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. Topics: Reform, Temperance, Etc.; Bondage of Intemperance

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