True Honour. Dan. 12. 3
I.
There is a glorious world on high,
Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,
While God's own word reveals the way.
II.
There shall the favorites of the Lord
With never fading lustre shine;
Surprizing honour! vast reward
Conferr'd on man, by love divine!
III.
How blest are those, how truly wise,
Who learn and keep the sacred road!
Happy the men, whom heaven employs
To turn rebellious hearts to God!
IV.
To win them from the fatal way,
Where erring folly thoughtless roves;
And that blest righteousness display,
Which Jesus wrought, and God approves.
V.
The shining firmament shall fade,
And sparkling stars resign their light;
But these shall know nor change, nor shade,
For ever fair, for ever bright.
VI.
No fancied joy beyond the sky,
No fair delusion is reveal'd;
'Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie,
And all his word must be fulfill'd.
VII.
And shall not these cold hearts of ours
Be kindled at the glorious view?
Come, Lord, awake our active powers,
Our feeble, dying strength renew.
VIII.
On wings of faith and strong desire,
O may our spirits daily rise;
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies.
There is a glorious world on high,
Resplendent with eternal day;
Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,
While God's own word reveals the way.
II.
There shall the favorites of the Lord
With never fading lustre shine;
Surprizing honour! vast reward
Conferr'd on man, by love divine!
III.
How blest are those, how truly wise,
Who learn and keep the sacred road!
Happy the men, whom heaven employs
To turn rebellious hearts to God!
IV.
To win them from the fatal way,
Where erring folly thoughtless roves;
And that blest righteousness display,
Which Jesus wrought, and God approves.
V.
The shining firmament shall fade,
And sparkling stars resign their light;
But these shall know nor change, nor shade,
For ever fair, for ever bright.
VI.
No fancied joy beyond the sky,
No fair delusion is reveal'd;
'Tis God that speaks, who cannot lie,
And all his word must be fulfill'd.
VII.
And shall not these cold hearts of ours
Be kindled at the glorious view?
Come, Lord, awake our active powers,
Our feeble, dying strength renew.
VIII.
On wings of faith and strong desire,
O may our spirits daily rise;
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies.
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