The New Psalms and Hymns

9:2

And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.

2 I'd part with all the joys of sense, To gaze upon Thy throne: Pleasure springs fresh forever thence, Unspeakable, unknown.

3 There all the heavenly hosts are seen; In shining ranks they move,

John B. Wilkes, 1861

2 Upon the willows long

My harp has silent hung;
How should I sing a cheerful song,
Till Thou inspire my tongue?

3 My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee;

My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.

704 WOODLAND 8.6. 8. 8.6

4 To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road; When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode ?

5 God of my life, be near:

On Thee my hopes I cast:

O, guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1834

N. D. Gould, 1840

2 There is a home for weary souls

By sin and sorrow driven; [shoals,
When tossed on life's tempestuous 4
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,

The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.
There, fragrant flowers, immortal
bloom,

And joys supreme are given;
There, rays divine disperse the gloom :
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are

blest;

706 ALFORD 7.6. 8. 6. D.

Rev. John B. Dykes, 1875

1. Ten thousand times ten thousand In sparkling raiment bright,

armies of the ran-somed saints Throng up the steeps of light:

'Tis finished ! all is

finished, Their fight with death and

sin;

9:25

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Fling 0- pen wide the gold- en gates, And let the victors in.

2 What rush of alleluias

Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation

And all its tribes were made;
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousand-fold repaid!

3 O, then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore;
What knitting severed friendships up,
Where partings are no more!

Then eyes with joy shall sparkle
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.

4 Bring near Thy great salvation,
Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect,

Then take Thy power, and reign: Appear, Desire of nations,

Thine exiles long for home : Show in the heav'ns Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Saviour, come!

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