3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod, 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, While the long crowd of witnesses 296. HASTENING HOMEWARD. Tallis-Gloucester-Northampton. 1 My soul, amid this stormy world, Is like some fluttered dove; And fain would be as swift of wing, To flee to Him I love. C. M. 2 The cords that bound my heart to earth Were broken by his hand; Before his cross I found myself A stranger in the land. 3 That visage marred, those sorrows deep, The vinegar, the gall, These were his golden chains of love 4 My heart is with him on the throne, Each moment listening for the voice, 5 With hope deferred, oft sick and faint, "Why tarries he?" I cry: And should he gently chide my haste, 6 "May not an exile, Lord, desire May not a captive seek release, 7 A child, when far away, may long And she that waits her absent Lord 8 I would, my Lord and Saviour, know 9 I fain would strike my golden harp Before the Father's throne, There cast my crown of righteousness, Come, Lord, and take me to thyself, 297. THY LAND, O IMMANUEL. 1 I long to behold him arrayed I languish and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fixed his abode: (For Jesus hath spoken the word,) My heaven of heavens, in thee. 3 How happy the people that dwell Secure in the city above! No pain the inhabitants feel, No sickness or sorrow shall prove. Physician of souls, unto me Forgiveness and holiness give; And then from the body set free, And then to the city receive! 88. 298. THE GLORIOUS HOPE. 8.8.6. 1 Come on, my partners in distress, A while forget your griefs and fears, 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise, 3 Who suffer with our Master here, The cross, shall wear the crown. Our conflicts here shall soon be past, Triumphant with our Head. 5 That great mysterious Deity We soon with open face shall see; Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with And wide diffuse the golden blaze 6 The Father shining on his throne, The Spirit, one and seven, 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, 299. TRIUMPH OVER DEATH IN HOPE Wirksworth-St. Bride's-Ipswich. 1 And must this body die, And must these active limbs of mine S. M. |