1. For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Who Thee by faith before the world con fessed, 2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might; Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; “And I, John, saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of Heaven, prepared as a Bride adorned for her 1. Blessed city, Heav'nly Salem, Vi-sion dear of peace and love, Who, of living stones upbuilded, Art 24 the joy of Heav'n above, And, with angel cohorts circled, As a bride.... to earth doth move! A-men. 2 From celestial realms descending, Meet for Him Whose love espoused her, All her streets, and all her bulwarks, 3 Bright with pearls her portal glitters, It is open evermore ; And by virtue of His merits Thither faithful souls may soar, Who for Christ's dear Name, in this world, 4 Many a blow and biting sculpture Amen. "The Throne of God and of the Lamb shall be therein; and His servants shall do Him service." The Rev. Sir H. W. BAKER, Bart. 1861. Abr. B. TOURS.. 1872. The Rev. F. W. FABER, D.D. 1862. Abr. "There the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.” H. SMART. 1. O Para - dise! O Par - a-dise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the hap-py land, 2. O Par adise! O Par - a-dise! The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free 24 Where they that loved are blest; Where loy - al hearts and true Stand ever rapture through and through In God's most holy sight? A-men. 3 0 Paradise! O Paradise! 4 O Paradise! O Paradise! |