Then we shall see his face, There, from the rivers of his Drink endless pleasures in. Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, grace, The thoughts of such amazing bliss, The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. WATTS. HYMN CXXII. My gracious Lord, thy love must be It must be free, for I have nought, It must be full, my need to meet, It must be faithful, or I know It must abide each changing scene, Unsought, unchanging, full and free, And with thee, Lord, such love is found, HYMN CXXIII. WITH joy we meditate the grace Touched with a sympathy within, He knows what sore temptations mean, I But spotless, innocent, and pure, He, in the days of feeble flesh, He'll never quench the smoking flax, The bruised reed he never breaks, Then let our humble faith address, In the decisive hour. WATTS. HYMN CXXIV. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, To him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise, With every morning sacrifice. People and realms of every tongue, Blessings abound where'er he reigns, And all the sons of want are blest. |