- dorns Thy board, And Thine own flesh feeds every guest, And Thine own flesh feeds every guest.
2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them, whence their victory came?
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.
4 They marked the footsteps that He trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For His own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to Heaven.
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1709.
3 One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
4 Dear Saviour, be our constant Guide;
Then, when the word is given,
Bid Jordan's narrow stream divide,
And land us safe in Heaven.
I HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone;
Walking in all Thy ways, we find
Our Heaven on earth begun.
2 The Church triumphant in Thy love,
Their mighty joys we know;
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.
3 Thee, in Thy glorious realm, they praise,
And bow before Thy throne;
We, in the kingdom of Thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.
4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From hence our spirits rise;
And he that in Thy statutes treads
Shall meet Thee in the skies.
Rev. Charles Wesley, 1745
2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart;
3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love;
4 When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows;
When union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glows.
5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of Heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love.
Rev. Joseph Swain (1761-1796), 1792.
I RISE, O my soul, pursue the path,
By ancient worthies trod;
Aspiring, view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.
2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give.
3 'Twas through the Lamb's most precious They conquered every foe; [blood, And to His power and matchless grace Their crowns and honors owe.
4 Lord, may I ever keep in view
The patterns Thou hast given;
And ne'er forsake the blessed path
Which led them safe to Heaven.
Rev. John Needham, 1768.
SYLVANUS BILLINGS POND (1792-1871), 2d.
2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.-REF.
3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.—REF.
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