World, with thee we weep and pine;
Gnawing care and grief are thine;
But in heaven is no alloy,
Only peace, and love, and joy.
Onward, then; not long I wander,
Ere my Saviour comes for me,
And with Him abiding yonder,
All His glory I shall see;
For there's nought but sorrow here,
Toil, and pain, and many a fear;
But in heaven is no alloy,
Only peace, and love, and joy.
Well for him whom death has landed
Safely on yon blessed shore,
Where, in joyful worship banded,
Sing the faithful evermore;
For the world hath strife and war;
All her works and hopes they mar;
But in heaven is no annoy,
Only peace, and love, and joy.
Time, thou speedest on but slowly;
Hours, how tardy is your pace,
Ere with Him, the High and Holy,
I hold converse, face to face;
World, with partings thou art rife,
Filled with tears, and storms, and strife;
But in heaven can nought destroy
Endless peace, and love, and joy.
Therefore will I now prepare me,
That my work may stand His doom,
And, when all is sinking round me,
I may hear, not Go, but Come!
World, the voice of grief is here,
Outward seeming, care, and fear;
But in heaven is no alloy,
Only peace, and love, and joy.
YE ANGELS WHO STAND ROUND THE
E angels who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,
In rapturous songs make Him known;
Tune, tune your soft harps to His praise;
He formed you the spirits you are,
So happy, so noble, so good;
When others sunk down in despair,
Confirmed by His power ye stood.
Ye saints, who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at His feet,
His grace and His glory display,
And all His rich mercy repeat;
He snatched you from hell and the grave;
He ransomed from death and despair;
For you He was mighty to save,
Almighty to bring you safe there.
Oh, when will the moment appear
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,
And I to your Saviour belong;
I'm fettered and chained up in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,
My God and my Saviour to see.
I want to put on my attire,
Washed white in the blood of the Lamb;
I want to be one of your choir,
And tune my sweet harp to His name;
I want, oh, I want to be there,
Where sorrow and sin bid adieu,
Your joy and your friendship to share,
To wonder and worship with you!
WHILE ON THE VERGE OF LIFE I STAND.
WHILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scenes on either hand,
My spirit struggles with its clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.
Where Jesus dwells my soul would be;
It faints my much-loved Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For 'tis far better to depart.
Come, ye angelic envoys, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own.
That blessed interview how sweet,
To fall transported at His feet;
Raised in His arms, to view His face,
Through the full beamings of His grace;
To see heaven's shining courtiers round,
Each with immortal glories crowned,
And, while His form in each I trace,
Beloved and loving all to embrace;
As with a seraph's voice to sing ;
To fly as on a cherub's wing;
Performing, with unwearied hands,
A present Saviour's high commands!
Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I'll wait Thy signal for my flight ;
For, while Thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.
I LONG TO BEHOLD HIM ARRAYED.
LONG to behold Him arrayed
With glory and light from above,
The King in His beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love;
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed His abode;
Oh, when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God!
With Him I on Zion shall stand,
For Jesus hath spoken the word,
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord;
But when, on Thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in Thee.
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!
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