And heaven's voice thunder through the tomb, "For ever with the Lord!”. 10 The tomb shall echo deep That death-awakening sound; 11 Then, upward as they fly, 12 That resurrection-word, Once more,-"For ever with the Lord!" 320. THE VOICE FROM HEAVEN. C. M. Saxony-Revelation-Prestwich. 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the holy dead; Sweet is the savour of their names, 2 They sleep in Jesus, and are blessed, From sufferings and from sins released, And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 321. THE WHITE-ROBED COMPANY. St. Asaph-New York-Woolwich Common. C. M. 1 How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats 2 Lo! these are they from suff'rings great, Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. 3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, By day, by night, the sacred courts 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. 6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne Shall o'er them still preside; Feed them with nourishment divine, 7 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock, 322. O GRAVE, WHERE IS THY VICTORY? C. M. St. Nicholas-St. Gregory-Bedford. 1 When the last trumpet's awful voice This rending earth shall shake, When op'ning graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake; 2 Those bodies that corrupted fell And mortal forms shall spring to life 3 Behold, what heav'nly prophets sung That death should yield his ancient reign 4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice, O Grave! where is thy triumph now? And where, O Death! thy sting? 5 Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt, 'Twas this that arm'd thy dart; The law gave sin its strength and force To pierce the sinner's heart: 6 But God, whose name be ever blessed! Disarms that foe we dread, And makes us conqu'rors when we die, 7 Then steadfast let us still remain, 8 Assured that though we labour now, But, through the grace of heaven's great Lord, Th' eternal crown shall gain. 323. THE BETTER COUNTRY. And pleasures banish pain. C. M. 2 There everlasting spring abides, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink 5 O! could we make our doubts remove, 6 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. 324. WHAT IS HEAVEN? Vienna Tye-Fairfield. C. M. double. 1 Is heaven a clime where diamond dews Glitter on fadeless flowers, |