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There, in the boundless worlds of light,
Legions of angels, strong and fair,
At his right-hand, with golden harps,
They brought his chariot from above,
Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, "The glorious work is done!"
How glorious, Lord, is thine abode,
Transparent is thy throne;
My soul with a desire, pants,
For its eternal home.
There, pain and sickness never come,
No clouds those blissful regions know,
But ever bright and fair;
For in the course of mortals, we
Can never enter there.
Prepare us Lord, by grace divine,
There, holy souls perpetual Sabbath keep, And never are in want of food or sleep; There, new born saints with wreaths of glory crown'd,
Whilst ivory harps, and silver trumpets sound.
There, flaming seraphs, new made hymns begin,
And raptur'd cherubs, loud responses sing.
Prépare us Lord, &c.
WHEN Jordan hush'd his waters still,
When Bethel's shepherds thro' the night,
Wild murm'ring on the raptur'd soul.
On wheels of light, and wings of flame,
"O Zion, lift thy raptur'd eye,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
See mercy, from her golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
He comes to cheer the trembling heart,
HYMN XIII. FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY,
Good will to sinful men is shown,
Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
To us a child is born." alam y
Glory to God in highest strains,
HYMM XIV. FOR CHRISTMAS.
GLORY to God, the holy angels cry;
And peace returns at our Redeemer's birth.
But peace and love, be spread from shore to shore.
Glory to God, who sent his Son from heav'n, For us a child is born, a Saviour given; He comes with peace, and pardon from above,
And rules his people with the laws of love.