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3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
THE WHITE-ROBED COMPANY. C. M. St. Asaph-New York-Woolwich Common. 1 How bright these glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array ? How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from suff'rings great,
Who came to realms of light,
Those robes which shine so bright. 3 Now, with triumphal palms, they stand
Before the throne on high,
The glories of the sky.
Tunes every mouth to sing:
With glad hosannahs ring.
Nor suns with scorching ray;
Diffuse eternal day.
6 The Lamb which dwells amidst the throne
Shall o'er them still preside;
And all their footsteps guide. 7 'Mong pastures green he'll lead his flock,
Where living streams appear;
Shall wipe off ev'ry tear.
O GRAVE, WHERE IS THY VICTORY? C. M.
St. Nicholas-St. Gregory-Bedford.
This rending earth shall shake,
And dust to life awake;
Shall incorrupted rise,
Immortal in the skies.
Is now at last fulfilled,
And vanquished quit the field. 4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice,
And thus begin to sing ;
Can the grave those ties dissever,
With the very heart-strings twined ? Must she part, and part for ever,
With the friends she leaves behind ? 4 No, the past she still remembers;
Faith and hope surviving too, Ever watch those sleeping embers,
Which must rise and live anew For the widowed, lonely spirit,
Waiting to be clothed afresh, Longs perfection to inherit,
And to triumph in the flesh. 5 Angels, let the ransomed stranger
In your tender care be blest,
Till the trumpet end her rest;
Through the circling heavens shall roll, Till the day of consummation,
Till the bridal of the soul. 6 Can I trust a fellow-being ?
Can I trust an angel's care?
Beam around my spirit there.
Thou the airy path hast trod: Thou the Judge, the Consummator,
Shepherd of the fold of God.
7 Blessed fold, no foe can enter,
And 110 friend departeth thence.
And their shield, Omnipotence.
All their tears shall wipe away,
Till fruition's perfect day.
Louder chorals shake the skies.
See, the new clothed myriads rise.
Here must reason prostrate fall.
And the Eternal All in all !
FOR EVER WITH THE LORD.
Waterbrook- Prague-Hampton. 1 For ever with the Lord !
Amen; so let it be;
Absent from him I roam,
3 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
Thy golden gates appear! 4 Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
Father, if 'tis thy will,
Even here to me fulfil.
Then can I never fail ;
Fight, and I must prevail. 7 So when my latest breath
Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain. 8 Knowing as I am known,
How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne,
“For ever with the Lord!” 9
The trump of final doom