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Thank God That Towards Eternity

Author: August H. Francke; Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878 Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thank God that towards eternity Another step is won! Oh, longing turns my heart to Thee As time flows slowly on, Thou Fountain whence my life is born, Whence those rich streams of grace are drawn That through my being run! 2 I count the hours, the days, the years, That stretch in tedious line, Until, O Life, that hour appears, When, at Thy touch divine, Whate’er is mortal now in me Shall be consumed for aye in Thee, And deathless life be mine. 3 So glows Thy love within this frame, That, touched with keenest fire, My whole soul kindles in the flame Of one intense desire, To be in Thee, and Thou in me, And e’en while yet on earth to be Still pressing closer, nigher! 4 Oh that I soon might Thee behold! I count the moments o’er; Ah come, ere yet my heart grows cold And cannot call Thee more! Come in Thy glory, for Thy bride Hath girt her for the holy-tide, And waiteth at the door. 5 And since Thy Spirit sheds abroad The oil of grace in me, And Thou art inly near me, Lord, And I am lost in Thee, So shines in me the living Light, And steadfast burns my lamp and bright, To greet Thee joyously. 6 Come! is the voice, then, of Thy bride, She loudly prays Thee come! With faithful heart she long hath cried, Come quickly, Jesus, come! Come, O my Bridegroom, Lamb of God, Thou knowest I am Thine, my Lord; Come down and take me home. 7 Yet be the hour that none can tell Left wholly to Thy choice, Although I know Thou lov’st it well, That I with heart and voice Should bid Thee come, and from this day Care but to meet Thee on Thy way, And at Thy sight rejoice! 8 I joy that from Thy love divine No power can part me now, That I may dare to call Thee mine, My friend, my Lord, avow, That I, O Prince of Life, shall be Made wholly one in Heav’n with Thee, My portion, Lord, art Thou! 9 And therefore do my thanks o’erflow, That one more year is gone, And of this time, so poor, so slow, Another step is won; And, with a heart that may not wait, Toward yonder distant golden gate I journey gladly on. 10 And when the wearied hands grow weak, And wearied knees give way, To sinking faith, oh quickly speak, And make Thine arm my stay; That so my heart drink in new strength, And I speed on, nor feel the length Nor steepness of the way. 11 Then on, my soul, with fearless faith, Let nought thy terror move; Nor aught that earthly pleasure saith E’er tempt thy steps to rove; If slow thy course seem o’er the waste, Mount upwards with the eagles’ haste, On wings of tireless love. 12 O Jesus, all my soul hath flown Already up to Thee, For Thou, in whom is love alone, Hast wholly conquered me. Farewell ye phantoms, day and year, Eternity is round me here, Since, Lord, I live in Thee. Used With Tune: GOMA Text Sources: Schrifftmässige Anweisung Rcht und Gott Wlgefällig zu Beten (Halle, Germany, 1695); Tr.: Lyra Germanica, second series (London: Longman, Brown, Green, Longmans & Roberts,1858)

In Heaven Above, In Heaven Above

Author: Wm. Maccall; Johan Astrom Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 36 hymnals First Line: In heav'n above, in heav'n above Lyrics: 1 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, Where God our Father dwells: How boundless there the blessedness! No tongue its greatness tells: There face to face, and full and free, We evermore our God shall see, Our God, the Lord of hosts! 2 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, What glory wondrous bright! The splendor of the noonday sun Grows pale before its light: The mighty sun that ne’er goes down, Athwart whose beams clouds never frown, Is God, the Lord of hosts. 3 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, No tears of pain are shed; There nothing e'er shall fade or die; Life’s fullness round is spread. There, like an ocean, joy o’erflows, And with immortal mercy glows Our God, the Lord of hosts. 4 In heav’n above, in heav’n above, God hath a joy prepared, Which mortal ear hath never heard Nor mortal vision shared, Which never entered mortal breast, By mortal lips was ne'er expressed, O God, the Lord of hosts! Topics: The Christian Life Heaven Used With Tune: CELESTE

You Weary Pilgrims Roaming Here

Author: Compiler Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: Book Four: Occasional Selections, Gospel Songs and Hymns; The Church Pilgrimage and Perseverance Scripture: 1 Thessalonians 1:10 Used With Tune: WEARY PILGRIMS Text Sources: Hymn of the Old Order River Brethren