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Who Are These Like Stars Appearing

Heinrich T. Schenk·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Who are these like stars appearing,
These before God’s throne who stand?
Each a golden crown is wearing;
Who are all this glorious band?
Alleluia! hark, they sing,
Praising loud their heavenly King.

Verse 2

Who are these of dazzling brightness,
These in God’s own truth arrayed,
Clad in robes of purest whiteness,
Robes whose lustre ne’er shall fade,
Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand?
Whence comes all this glorious band?

Verse 3

These are they who have contended
For their Saviour’s honor long,
Wrestling on till life was ended,
Following not the sinful throng;
These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph through the Lamb have gained.

Verse 4

These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o’er,
God has bid them weep no more.

Verse 5

These like priests have watched and waited,
Offering up to Christ their will,
Soul and body consecrated,
Day and night they serve Him still:
Now in God’s most holy place
Blest they stand before His face.

Verse 6

Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them
On Mount Zion’s pastures fair;
From His central throne He leads them
By the living fountains there;
Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme,
Free He gives the cooling stream.

Heinrich T. Schenk, “Who Are These Like Stars Appearing”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 407 · 8.7.8.7.7.7. · All Saints Old

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Children of the Heavenly King

John Cennick·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour’s worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.

Verse 2

We are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Verse 3

Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
Ye on Jesus’ throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There’s your kingdom and reward.

Verse 4

Lift your eyes, ye sons of light,
Zion’s city is in sight;
There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.

Verse 5

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father’s Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

Verse 6

Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.

John Cennick, “Children of the Heavenly King”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 411 · 7.7.7.7. · Pleyel's Hymn

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Blessed Are the Sons of God

Joseph Humphreys·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Blessed are the sons of God,
They are bought with Christ’s own blood;
They are ransomed from the grave,
Life eternal they shall have:
With them numbered may we be,
Here and in eternity.

Verse 2

They are justified by grace,
They enjoy the Saviour’s peace;
All their sins are washed away,
They shall stand in God’s great day:
With them numbered may we be,
Here and in eternity.

Verse 3

They are lights upon the earth,
Children of a heavenly birth,
One with God, with Jesus one,
Glory is in them begun:
With them numbered may we be,
Here and in eternity.

Joseph Humphreys, “Blessed Are the Sons of God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 413 · 7.7.7.7.7.7. · (Rosefield)

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How Sweet, How Heavenly Is the Sight

Joseph Swain·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
When those that love the Lord
In one another’s peace delight,
And so fulfil His word;

Verse 2

When each can feel his brother’s sigh,
And with him bear a part,
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart;

Verse 3

When, free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother’s failings hide,
And show a brother’s love;

Verse 4

When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows,
And union sweet and dear esteem
In every action glows.

Verse 5

Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he’s an heir of heaven who finds
His bosom glow with love.

Joseph Swain, “How Sweet, How Heavenly Is the Sight”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 414 · C.M. · Siloam

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Happy the Souls to Jesus Joined

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Happy the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone;
Walking in all Thy ways, we find
Our heaven on earth begun.

Verse 2

The Church triumphant in Thy love,
Their mighty joys we know;
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

Verse 3

Thee in Thy glorious realm they praise,
And bow before Thy throne;
We in the kingdom of Thy grace;
The kingdoms are but one.

Verse 4

The holy to the holiest leads;
From hence our spirits rise;
And he that in Thy statutes treads
Shall meet Thee in the skies.

Charles Wesley, “Happy the Souls to Jesus Joined”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 416 · C.M. · (St. Agnes)

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Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
And bright their glories be.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

I ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

Verse 4

They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

Verse 5

Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For His own pattern given,
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

Isaac Watts, “Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 421 · C.M. · (Westminster)

CW
Come, Let Us Join Our Friends Above

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise;
Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone,
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

Verse 2

One family we dwell in Him,
One Church, above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death;
One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of His host hath crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.

Verse 3

His militant, embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach that heavenly land:
E’en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before,
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.

Verse 4

Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain’s sign,
To hear His trumpet sound:
O that we now might grasp our Guide!
O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven.

Charles Wesley, “Come, Let Us Join Our Friends Above”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 423 · C.M.D. · Presbyter

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Blest Be the Tie That Binds

John Fawcett·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Verse 2

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

Verse 3

We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

Verse 4

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

Verse 5

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

Verse 6

From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

John Fawcett, “Blest Be the Tie That Binds”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 425 · S.M. · Boylston

JR
O Lord, I Would Delight in Thee

John Ryland·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O Lord, I would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only Friend.

Verse 2

When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy Name.

Verse 3

No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.

Verse 4

O that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil!
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail!

Verse 5

He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?

Verse 6

O Lord, I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.

John Ryland, “O Lord, I Would Delight in Thee”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 550 · C.M. · St. Frances

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If Christ Is Mine, Then All Is Mine

Benjamin Beddome·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

If Christ is mine, then all is mine,
And more than angels know;
Both present things and things to come,
And grace and glory too.

Verse 2

If He is mine, then, though He frown,
He never will forsake;
His chastisements all work for good,
And but His love bespeak.

Verse 3

If He is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble frame,
And all their power repel.

Verse 4

If He is mine, let friends forsake,
And earthly comforts flee;
He, the Dispenser of all good,
Is more than these to me.

Verse 5

If He is mine, I’ll fearless pass
Through death’s tremendous vale;
He’ll be my Comfort and my Stay
When heart and flesh shall fail.

Verse 6

Let Jesus tell me He is mine,
I nothing want beside:
My soul shall at the Fountain live
When all the streams are dried.

Benjamin Beddome, “If Christ Is Mine, Then All Is Mine”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 551 · C.M. · (Eckhardtsheim)

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Awake, My Soul, in Joyful Lays

Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness is so free.

Verse 2

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
And saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness is so great.

Verse 3

Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness is so strong.

Verse 4

Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
And though I oft have Him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.

Verse 5

So when I pass death’s gloomy vale,
And life and mortal powers shall fail,
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.

Verse 6

Then shall I mount, and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, in Joyful Lays”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 553 · L.M. · Lauds

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Jesus, I Love Thy Charming Name

Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Jesus, I love Thy charming Name,
’Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven should hear.

Verse 2

Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My Transport and my Trust;
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.

Verse 3

All my capacious powers can wish
In Thee doth richly meet;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.

Verse 4

Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

Philip Doddridge, “Jesus, I Love Thy Charming Name”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 554 · C.M. · Heber

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I Know That My Redeemer Lives

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.

Verse 2

I find Him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
His presence makes me free indeed,
And He will soon appear.

Verse 3

He wills that I should holy be:
Who can withstand His will?
The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.

Verse 4

Jesus, I hang upon Thy word:
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord,
And to Thyself receive.

Charles Wesley, “I Know That My Redeemer Lives”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 555 · C.M. · Bradford

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How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

John Newton·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

Verse 2

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis Manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary Rest.

Verse 3

Dear Name! the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding-place,
My never-failing Treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace;

Verse 4

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

Verse 5

Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Verse 6

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Verse 7

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

John Newton, “How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 556 · C.M. · St. Peter

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My God, I Love Thee, Not Because

Ascribed to Francis Xavier (1506-1552). Tr. Rev. Edward Caswall, 1849: verse 1, ll. 3, 4, alt.·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

My God, I love Thee, not because
I hope for heaven thereby,
Nor yet because who love Thee not
Must die eternally.

Verse 2

Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace;

Verse 3

And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony;
E’en death itself; and all for one
Who was Thine enemy.

Verse 4

Then why, O blessed Jesus Christ,
Should I not love Thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Or of escaping hell;

Verse 5

Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as Thyself hast lovèd me,
O ever-loving Lord?

Verse 6

E’en so I love Thee, and will love,
And in Thy praise will sing;
Solely because Thou art my God,
And my Eternal King.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 557 · C.M.D. · Flensburg

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Love Divine, All Loves Excelling

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Love Divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling,
All Thy faithful mercies crown:
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter every trembling heart.

Verse 2

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in Thee inherit,
Let us find the promised rest:
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its Beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.

Verse 3

Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Verse 4

Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be:
Let us see Thy great salvation
Perfectly restored in Thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Charles Wesley, “Love Divine, All Loves Excelling”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 559 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Love Divine (Le Jeune)

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One There Is, Above All Others

John Newton·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove
Find it everlasting love.

Verse 2

Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed their blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed;
Jesus is a Friend in need.

Verse 3

When He lived on earth abasèd,
“Friend of sinners” was His name,
Now above all glory raisèd,
He rejoices in the same;
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.

Verse 4

Could we bear from one another
What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
Loves us though we treat Him thus:
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.

Verse 5

O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.

John Newton, “One There Is, Above All Others”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 560 · 8.7.8.7.7.7. · Albert

IW
My God, the Spring of All My Joys

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

My God, the Spring of all my joys,
The Life of my delights,
The Glory of my brightest days,
And Comfort of my nights!

Verse 2

In darkest shades, if He appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul’s bright Morning Star,
And He my rising Sun.

Verse 3

The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,
And whispers I am His.

Verse 4

My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word;
Run up with joy the shining way
To embrace my dearest Lord;

Verse 5

Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I’d break through every foe;
The wings of love and arms of faith
Should bear me conqueror through.

Isaac Watts, “My God, the Spring of All My Joys”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 562 · C.M. · Burlington

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Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.

Verse 2

No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

Verse 3

He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

Verse 4

To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

Verse 5

To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

Verse 6

Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love Divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.

Samuel Stennett, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 563 · C.M. · (Horsley)

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Jesus, Thy Boundless Love to Me

Paul Gerhardt, 1653; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Jesus, Thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O knit my thankful heart to Thee,
And reign without a rival there.
Thine wholly, Thine alone, I am,
Be Thou alone my constant Flame.

Verse 2

O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but Thy pure love alone;
O may Thy love possess me whole,
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange fires far from my soul remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.

Verse 3

O love, how cheering is thy ray!
All pain before thy presence flies:
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Or hear, or feel, or think, but Thee.

Verse 4

Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things Thy love hath wrought!
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my work, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know that love is near.

Verse 5

In suffering, be Thy love my peace;
In weakness, be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death, as life, be Thou my Guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 565 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · St. Catherine

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Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned

Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.

Verse 2

No mortal can with Him compare,
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

Verse 3

He saw me plunged in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

Verse 4

To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

Verse 5

To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

Verse 6

Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love Divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 679 · C.M. · (Horsley)

JN
How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds

John Newton·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

Verse 2

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis Manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary Rest.

Verse 3

Dear Name! the Rock on which I build,
My Shield and Hiding-place,
My never-failing Treasury, filled
With boundless stores of grace;

Verse 4

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain,
Although with sin defiled;
Satan accuses me in vain,
And I am owned a child.

Verse 5

Jesus, my Shepherd, Brother, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Verse 6

Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Verse 7

Till then I would Thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 705 · C.M. · St. Peter

JF
Blest Be the Tie That Binds

John Fawcett·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love:
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.

Verse 2

Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

Verse 3

We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear,
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

Verse 4

When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.

Verse 5

This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.

Verse 6

From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 712 · S.M. · Boylston

IW
Give Me the Wings of Faith to Rise

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Give me the wings of faith to rise
Within the vail, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

Chorus

Many are the voices calling us away,
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land.

Verse 2

Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

Verse 3

I asked them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 96 · C.M. · (Westminster)