5 And when exalted, Lord, with Thee, The royal throne at length we share, To everlasting Thou shalt be

Our diadem, our glory, there.

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"TIS past the dark and dreary night!

And, Lord, we hail Thee now,

Our morning star, without a cloud
Of sadness on Thy brow.

2 Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,
Thy sorrows now are o'er;

And, oh, sweet thought! Thine

eye

shall weep,

Thy heart shall break no more.

3 Deep were those sorrows-deeper still
The love that brought Thee low,

That bade the streams of life from Thee,
A lifeless victim, flow.

4 The soldier, as he pierc'd Thee, prov'd
Man's hatred, Lord, to Thee;

While in the blood that stain'd the spear,
Love, only love we see.

5 Drawn from Thy pierc'd and bleeding side,
That pure and cleansing flood,
Speaks peace to ev'ry heart that knows
The virtues of Thy blood.

6 Yet 'tis not that we know the joy
Of cancell'd sin alone,

But, happier far, Thy saints are call'd
To share Thy glorious throne.

7 So closely are we link'd in love,
So wholly one with Thee,

That all Thy bliss and glory then
Our bright reward shall be.

8 Yes, when the storm of life is calm'd,
The dreary desert pass'd,

Our way-worn hearts shall find in Thee
Their full repose at last.

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10 Calv'ry, Lord, in spirit now
Our weary souls repair,

To dwell upon Thy dying love,
And taste its sweetness there;
2 That resting-place of every heart
That finds the plague of sin,
Yet knows the deep mysterious joy
Of peace with God within.

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3 There, through Thine hour of deepest woe,
Thy suffering spirit pass'd;

Grace there its wondrous victory gained,
And love endur'd its last.

4 Dear suff'ring Lamb! Thy bleeding wounds, With cords of love divine,

Have drawn our willing hearts to Thee,
And link'd our life with Thine.

5 Our longing eyes would fain behold
That bright and blessed brow,

Once wrung with bitt'rest anguish, wear
Its crown of glory now.

6 Why linger, then? Come, Saviour, come, And answer to our call;

Come, claim Thine ancient power,

and reign

The heir and Lord of all.

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Where peace and liberty are found,

And sweets that never cloy.

Our toils and conflicts cease,

On Canaan's happy shore;

We then shall dwell in endless peace,

And never hunger more.

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5

Enraptur'd myriads sing

There love in every bosom reigns,
For God himself is King.

We soon shall join the throng,
Their pleasures we shall share,
And sing the everlasting song
With all the ransom'd there.

How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim's breast;

We're journeying through the wilderness,
But soon shall gain our rest.

219 THOU

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HOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb:

-Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,

And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom!

2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave! and its mansion forsaking,

Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear linger'd long;

But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy waking,

And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,

Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian,

thy guide;

He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee,

And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died.

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THOU

HOU art the Way-by Thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he that would the Father seek
Must seek Him, Lord, in Thee.

2 Thou art the Truth-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;

Thou only canst instruct the mind,
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the Life—the rending tomb
Proclaims Thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in Thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us to know that way,
That truth to keep, that life to win,
Which lead to endless day.

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HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,

THOU
We love to hear of Thee;

No music 's like Thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.

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