4 The unveiled glories of his face
Among his saints reside,

While the rich treasures of his grace
See all their wants supplied.

5 Hunger and thirst for ever flee,
Their joys for ever last;

The fruit of life's immortal tree

Shall be their sweet repast.

6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise;
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

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HYMN 697, 7s.

The Redeemed in Heaven.

HAT 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, honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,

New dominion, every hour!"
2 These through fiery trials trod,-
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Sealed 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.
3 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 dispel all fears,
And, for ever from their eyes,
God shall wipe away the tears.

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HYMN 698, 9s, and 6s.
Prospect of Heaven.

COME away to the skies,

My belovéd! arise,

And rejoice in the day thou wert born;

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On this festival day,
Come exulting away,

And, with singing, to Zion return.

We have laid up our love,

With our treasure, above,
Though our bodies continue below;
The redeemed of the Lord-
We remember his word,

And, with singing, to paradise go.

3 For thy glory we were
First created, to share

Both thy nature and kingdom divine;
Now created again,

That our souls may remain,

Both in time and eternity, thine.

4 With thanks we approve

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The design of thy love,

Which hath joined us in Christ's precious name;

So united in heart

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That we never can part

We shall meet at the feast of the Lamb.

There, Oh! there, at his feet,

We shall joyfully meet,

And be parted, in body, no more;
We shall sing to our lyres,
With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour, in glory, adore.

"Hallelujah!"—we sing,

To our Father and King,

And his rapturous praises repeat:
To the Lamb that was slain,

Hallelujah!"-again

Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet.

HYMN 699, 8s.
Longing to be with Christ.

1 TO Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim! up,
And waft me away to his throne.

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2 My Saviour! whom absent I love;
Whom, not having seen, I adore;
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power ;—

3 Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.

4 When that happy era begins,
Arrayed in thy glories I'll shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline.

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HYMN 700, 7s.

The Victory of the Saints.

ALMS of glory, raiment bright,
Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the saints in light,-
Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.

2 Yet the conquerors bring their palms
To the Lamb amidst the throne ;
And proclaim, in joyful psalms,
Vict'ry through his cross alone.

3 Kings for harps their crowns resign,
Crying, as they strike the chords,-
"Take the kingdom-it is thine,

King of kings, and Lord of lords!"

4 Round the altar, priests confess,—
If their robes are white as snow,
'Twas their Saviour's righteousness,

And his blood, that made them so.

mp 5 Who were these?-On earth they dwelt,
Sinners once of Adam's race,—
Guilt, and fear, and suffering felt,
But were saved by sovereign grace.

6 They were mortal, too, like us:—
Ah! when we like them shall die,
May our souls, translated thus,
Triumph, reign, and shine on high!

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HYMN 701, C. M.

The New Song before the Throne.

WHAT blissful harmonies above,

In vocal thunders, swell?
The perfecting of joy and love,
What raptured legions tell?
2 The glorious apostolic band,-
Do they in triumph sing?
Do prophets from the holy land
Their inspiration bring?

3 Or from the noble army breaks
The deep, adoring strain,
Who won their way from fiery stakes,
And were for conscience slain?

4 Is it the patriarchal race,

That breathe the sacred song?
Or, to the heirs of gospel grace,
Do the full choirs belong?

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All,-all in shining hosts surround
The bright celestial throne.

6 Peoples, and languages, and tongues
The choral anthem raise:

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To every voice and speech belongs
The work of heavenly praise.

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HYMN 702, C. M.

Earthly and heavenly Good.

OW vain a thought is bliss below!
'T is all an airy dream;

How empty are the joys that flow
On pleasure's smiling stream!

2 Oh! let my nobler wishes soar
Beyond these realms of night;
In heaven substantial bliss explore,
And permanent delight.

3 No fleeting landscape cheers the gaze,
Nor airy form beguiles;

But everlasting bliss displays

Her undissembled smiles.

mp 4 Adieu to all below the skies! Celestial Guardian! come;

On thy kind wing, my soul would rise
To her celestial home.

In accordance with the instructions of the General Assemblies of the years 1857 and 1858, the Presbyterian Publication Committee have prepared the following SUPPLEMENT to the Church Psalmist.