HYMN

CLVI.

BLESSED city, heavenly Salem,

Vision fair of peace and love,

Who, of living stones upbuilded,
Art the joy of courts above,
And, with angel legions circled,
As a bride to earth dost move!

Bright with pearl thy portals glitter,
Day and night they open wide;
And, by virtue of his merits,

Thither entering, there abide,

All who for the name of JESUS

In this world were crushed and tried.

Many a blow and dint most heavy
Well prepared those stones elect,

In their places now compacted

By the heavenly architect;
Who therewith has willed for ever
That his palace should be decked.

Glorious lie the twelve foundations;

Christ the head and corner stone, Chosen of the Lord, and precious, Binding all the church in one;

Holy Sion's crown of gladness,
And her confidence alone.

All that dedicated city,

Dearly loved of God on high, Full of thanks and praise adoring, Lifts the voice of melody;

God, the Father, Son, and Spirit, Hymning everlastingly. Amen.

HYMN

CLVII.

HO are these that palms are bearing,

WHO

These that on mount Sion stand?

Each a royal crown is wearing,

Who are all this wondrous band? These that alleluias sing,

Praising loud the heavenly king?

These are they who long contended
In their blest redeemer's Name;
Wrestling on till life was ended,

Sin and death they overcame:

Bravely they the fight sustained,
Through the Lamb they triumph gained.

These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried;
Who in prayer have often striven
With the God they glorified:
Now all grief and sorrow past,
Evermore their joy shall last.

From the fount by grace supplied, Turned from sin the unbelieving

To confefs the crucified :

Round the throne as stars they shine, Radiant with the light divine.

Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
To the blessed Three in One,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
While the endless ages run:

Holy, holy, holy, Lord,

Ever be thy Name adored. Amen.

HYMN

CLVIII.

B

EFORE the throne a countless band

Of Sion's ransomed children stand; Their brows are wreathed with chaplets bright, As victors in the deadly fight.

Through tribulation's fire they came,
Beneath the cross they met the flame;
And now from all their labours rest,
In Christ's eternal kingdom blest.

No pain of body feel they more,
Nor burden of the soul deplore;
All tears are wiped from every eye,
And hushed is sorrow's inmost sigh.

On harps of God they strike the chord,
And glorify the living Lord;

Who triumphed in the Egyptian sea,
And conquered death at Calvary.

'To thee, O Father, thee, O Son,
And thee, O Spirit, Three in One,
To thee, the first, and with the last,
Be glory, as in ages past. Amen.