A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-042 |
| Words | 400 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
The day of eternity come :
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode ;
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.
2 Our mourning is all at an end,
When, raised by the life-giving word,
We see the new city descend,
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord :
The city so holy and clean,
No sorrow can breathe in the air :
No gloom of affliction or sin,
No shadow of evil is there !
/u Describing Heaven.
3 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem here ;
Her walls are of jasper and gold,
As crystal her buildings are clear :
Immovably founded in grace,
She stands, as she ever hath stood,
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.
4 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is followed by night,
Where Jesus's beauties display
A pure and a permanent light :
The Lamb is their Light and their Sun,
And, lo ! by reflection they shine,
With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine !
5 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward ;
In Jesus, in heaven they live ;
They reign in the smile of their Lord :
The flame of angelical love
Is kindled at Jesus's face ;
And all the enjoyment above
Consists in the rapturous gaze.
HYMN 74. s. m.
A^7E know, by faith we know,
** If this vile house of clay,
This tabernacle, sink below
In ruinous decay,
We have a house above,
Not made with mortal hands ;
And firm, as our Redeemer's love,
That heavenly fabric stands.
Describing Heaven. • *
2 It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure ;
Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure :
O were we enter'd there,
To perfect heaven restored !
O were we all caught up to share
The triumph of our Lord !
3 For this in faith we call,
For this we weep and pray :
O might the tabernacle fall ;
O might we 'scape away !
Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife,
And hasten to be swallow' d up
Of everlasting life.
4 Absent, alas ! from God,
We in the body mourn,
And pine to quit this mean abode,
And languish to return.
Jesus, regard our vows,