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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
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
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)
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
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)
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)
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
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
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
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)