Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted,

Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Son of man, they crown, they crown Him!
Son of God, they own, they own Him!
With His name the palace rings!

Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at His blesséd feet!

Poor the praise that now we render;
Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before His Throne we meet!

H. Bonar.

I LONG TO BE THERE!

HAVE read of the world of beauty,
Where there is no gloomy night,
Where love is the mainspring of duty,
And God the fountain of light,
And I long to be there!

I have read of its flowing river
That bursts from beneath the throne,
And the beautiful trees that ever
Are found on its banks alone,
And I long to be there!

I have read of the myriad choir,
Of the angels harping there,

Of their holy love that burns like fire,.
And the shining robes they wear,
And I long to be there!

I long to be there!

I have heard of the sanctified throng
That passed from the earth to heaven,.
And there unite the loudest song

Of praise for their sins forgiven,
And I long to be there!

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REST REMAINETH.

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I have read of their freedom from sin,
And suffering, and sorrow, too,
And the holy joy they feel within
As their risen Lord they view,
And I long to be there!

I long to rise to that world of light,
And to breathe its balmy air,

I long to walk with the Lamb in white,
And shout with the angels there;

O, I long to be there!

Edwin H. Nevin.

"REST REMAINETH.”

EST Remaineth

O, how sweet!

Flowery fields for wandering feet,
Peaceful calm for sleepless eyes,
Life for death, and songs for sighs.

Rest Remaineth-hush that sigh;
Mourning pilgrims, rest is nigh;
- Yet a season, bright and blest,
Thou shalt enter on thy rest.

REST REMAINETH.

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Rest Remaineth - rest from sin
Guilt can never enter in ;

Every warring thought shall cease-
Rest in purity and peace.

Rest Remaineth-rest from tears,
Rest from parting, rest from fears;
Every trembling thought shall be
Lost, my Saviour-lost in Thee.

Rest Remaineth-O, how blest!
We believe, and we have rest;
Faith, reposing faith, hath been
'Mongst the things that are not seen.

Thus, my Saviour, let me be
Even here at rest in Thee,
And, at last, by Thee possessed,
On Thy bosom sink to rest.

From "Dark Sayings on a Harp.”

THE BEAUTIFUL LAND.

HERE'S a Beautiful Land by the Spoiler untrod,

Unpolluted by sorrow and care;

It is lighted alone by the presence of God, Whose throne and whose temple are there; Its crystalline streams, with a murmuring flow, Meander through valleys of green,

And its mountains of jasper are bright in the glow,

Of a splendor no mortal hath seen.

And the throngs of glad singers, with jubilant breath,

Make the air with their melodies rife ; And one known on earth as the Angel of Death

Shines here as the Angel of Life!