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The Holy Catholic Church. 127
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 dispels all fear ; And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tear.
James Montgomery. 1819.
CXII.
Rev. VII. 13—17.
Exalted high at God's right hand, Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crown'd, in white array, My wondering soul says, who are they ?
These are the saints beloved of God, Wash'd are their robes in Jesus' blood, More spotless than the purest white They shine in uncreated light.
Brighter than angels, lo ! they shine, Their glories great, and all divine : Tell me their origin, and say, Their order what, and whence came they ?
Through tribulation great they came, They bore the cross, and scorn'd the shame: Within the Living Temple blest, In God they dwell, and on Him rest.
And does the cross thus prove their gain ? And shall they thus for ever reign, Seated on sapphire thrones, to praise The wonders of Redeeming grace ? |
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