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O the delights, the heavenly joys

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #740 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 O the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace! 2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his bow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow. 3 Archangels sound his lofty praise Through every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down, Submissive at his feet. 4 This is the man, th'exalted man Whom we unseen adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more. 5 Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode, Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise to our incarnate God. 6 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight We long to leave our clay, And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.

When faith beholds the saints above

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #741 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 When faith beholds the saints above, And hears their strains of Jesus' love; I fain would fly to join their lays, And sing with them my Saviour's praise. 2 But can my soul such bliss obtain, Whose guilt deserves eternal pain Can I expect his face to see Throughout a vast eternity? 3 If heaven be mine, 'tis all of grace, I'll praise him for the lowest place; May I but reach within the door, My anxious soul desires no more. 4 'There, yet that love my Saviour, sit, There I with you would fain have place, Among your thrones or at your feet, So I might see his lovely face.'

Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #742 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor sense nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd For those that love the Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heav'n to come; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home. 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates for ever bar Pollution, sin, and shame None shall obtain admittance there, But foll'wers of the Lamb. 5 He keeps the Father's book of life; There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heav'nly ground.

Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #743 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell, With all your feeble light, Farewell, thou ever-changing moon Pale empress of the night! 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames array'd! My soul, which spring beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid. 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heav'nly courts, Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light Shall there his beams display; Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvary'd day. 5 No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into mine eyes; Nor the meridian sun decline Amidst those brighter skies. 6 There all the millions of his saints Shall in one song unite, And each the bliss of all shall share With infinite delight.

Not to the terrors of the Lord

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #744 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke: 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God, Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad. 3 Behold th'innumerable host Of angels, cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turn'd to sight! 4 Behold the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heav'n! And God, the Judge of all, declare Their num'rous sins forgiven. 5 In such society as this My weary soul would rest! The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest.

Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #745 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy and love sincere Adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul, from sin for ever free, Shall mourn its pow'r no more; But, cloth'd in spotless purity, Redeeming love adore. 4 There on a throne, how dazzling bright, Th'exalted Saviour shines, And beams ineffable delight On all the heav'nly minds. 5 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs, And endless honours to his name Employ their tuneful tongues. 6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, Our feeble notes inspire; Till, in thy blissful course above, We join th'angelic choir.

Exalted high at God's right hand

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #746 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Exalted high at God’s right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand; With glory crown'd, in white array, My wond'ring soul says, "Who are they?" 2 These are the saints, belov'd of God-- Wash'd are their robes in Jesus’ blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light. 3 Brighter than angels, lo, they shine, Their glories great, and all divine; Tell me their origin, and say. Their order what, and whence came they? 4 Thro' tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame Within the living temple blest, In God they dwell, and on him rest. 5 Unknown to mortal ears they sing The secret glories of their king; Tell me the subject of their lays, And whence their loud exalted praise? 6 Jesus, the Saviour, is their theme; They sing the wonders of his name; To him ascribing pow'r and grace, Dominion and eternal praise. Scripture: Revelation 7:9

From this world's joys and senseless mirth

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #747 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 From this world's joys and senseless mirth, O come, my soul! in haste retire; Assume the grandeur of thy birth, And to thy native heav'n aspire. 2 'Tis heav'n alone can make thee blest, Can ev'ry wish and want supply; Thy joy, thy crown, thy endless rest, Are all above the lofty sky. 3 Eternal mansions! bright array! O blest exchange! transporting thought! Free from th'approaches of decay, Or the least shadow of a spot. 4 There shall mortality no more Its wide extended empire boast; Forgotten all its dreadful pow'r, In life's unbounded ocean lost. 5 There dwells the sov'reign Lord of all, The God that all the worlds adore; With whom is bliss that cannot pall, And joys that last for ever more.

High in yonder realms of light

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #748 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 High, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptur'd saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love! 2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Tor'ting pain, and heavy wo. 3 But these days of weeping o’er, Past this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more, Never--never weep again! 4 ‘Mid the chorus of the skies, ‘Mid th’angelic choir above, Hark--their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love! 5 Happy Spirits! ye are fled, Where no grief can entrance find, Lull'd to rest the aching head, Sooth'd the anguish of the mind! 6 Ev'ry tear is wip'd away, Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless day-- Sorrow--in eternal rest! Scripture: John 19:2

Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #750 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Eternity Happiness of the righteous Lyrics: 1 Hell! 'tis a word of dreadful sound; It chills the heart and shocks the ear; It spreads a sickly damp around, And makes the guilty quake with fear. 2 Far from the utmost verge of day, Its frightful, gloomy region lies; Fierce flames amidst the darkness play, And thick sulphureous vapours rise. 3 Conscience, the never dying worm, With constant torture gnaws the heart, And wo and wrath, in ev'ry form, Inflame the wounds, increase the smart. 4 The wretches rave, o'erwhelm'd with wo, And bite their everlasting chains; But with their rage their torments grow, Resentment but augments their pains. 5 Sad world indeed! what heart can bear, Hopeless, in all these pains to lie; Rack'd with vexation, grief, despair, And ever dying, never die! 6 "Lord, save a guilty soul from hell, Who seeks thy pard'ning, cleansing blood; O let me in thy kingdom dwell, To praise my Saviour and my God." Scripture: Mark 9:48