HOLY DAYS.

423 How bright these glorious

Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day?

[ great, Lo, these are they from sufferings Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have wash'd

Those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high,

And serve the God they love amidst The glories of the sky.

His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad Hosannas ring.

The Lamb which dwells amidst the

throne

Shall d'er them stil preside; Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide.[ flock Mong pastures green He'll lead His Where living streams appear: And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. Amen.

424 Lo! Found the throne, at God's right hand,

The saints, in countless myriads stand:

Of every tongue redeem'd to God, Array'd in garments wash'd in blood. Through tribulation great they came; They bore the cross, despised the shame;

From all their labours now they rest, In God's eternal glory bless'd. Hunger and thirst they feel no more: Nor sin, nor pain, nor death deplore; The tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow yields to endless joy. They see the Saviour face to face, And sing the triumphs of His grace; Him day and night they ceaseless praise,

To Him their loud Hosannas raise: Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain, Through endless years to live and reign;

Thou hast redeem'd us by Thy blood, And made us kings and priests to God. Amen.

These through fiery trials trod; These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God,

Seal'd with His almighty name; Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor- palms in every hand, Through their dear Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed; Them the Lamb amidst the throne Shall to living fountains lead: Joy and gladness banish sighs, Perfect love dispels all fears, And for ever from their eyes God shall wipe away the tears. Amen.

425 WHAT are these in bright

array, This innumerable throng, Round the altar night and day, Hymning one triumphant song? " Worthy is the Lamb once slain, Blessing, honour, glory, power, Wisdom, riches, to obtain, New dominion every hour."

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426 GIVE me the wings of faith.

( joys,

to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their How bright their glories be.

Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears: They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts and fears. I ask them whence their victory came; They with united breath Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb. Their triumph to His death. They mark'd the footsteps that He trod;

His zeal inspired their breast: And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For His own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.

Amen.

427 HARK, the sound of holy

voices, Chanting at the crystal sea, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee; Multitudes, which none can number, Like the stars in glory stand Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of victory in their hand. Patriarch, and holy prophet,

Who prepared the way of Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor, Martyr, and evangelist, Saintly maiden, godly matron, Widows who have watch'd to prayer. Joined in holy concert, singing

To the Lord of all, are there. They have come from tribulation, And have wash d their robes in blood,

Wash'd them in the blood of Jesus; Tried they were, and fiey stood;