Revelation 1:8

• [Rev 1:8] Alpha, Omega

  Alpha, Omega, beginning and end, Who is, who was, and who is yet to come— May grace and peace now upon us descend From Father, Spirit, and Christ the Son. Lord Jesus Christ, First and Last, faithful e’er, Once You were dead; now You live evermore. The keys to death and to hell You now bear. You rule the kings of earth by Your power. To Him Who loves us and shed His own blood— All of our sins in His body He bore, Made us a kingdom and priests serving God— To Him be glory, pow’r evermore! Look, He is coming! With clouds He’s adorned. All eyes will see Him when He comes again. Because of Him, all earth’s peoples will mourn. So shall it be! Amen and amen.

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• [Rev 1:8] Bring, O Morn, Thy Music

  Bring, O morn, thy music! Night, thy starlit silence! Oceans, laugh the rapture to the storm winds coursing free! Suns and planets chorus, Thou art our Creator, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! Life and death, Thy creatures, praise Thee, mighty Giver! Praise and prayer are rising in Thy beast and bird and tree: Lo! they praise and vanish, vanish at Thy bidding, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! Light us! lead us! love us! cry Thy groping nations, Pleading in the thousand tongues, but naming only Thee, Weaving blindly out Thy holy, happy purpose, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! Life nor death can part us, O Thou Love eternal, Shepherd of the wandering star and souls that wayward flee! Homeward draws the spirit to Thy Spirit yearning, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

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Revelation 7:13

• [Rev 7:13] Around The Throne Of God In Heaven

  Around the throne of God in Heaven, Thousands of children stand, Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band, Refrain Singing, “Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high.” In flowing robes of spotless white See everyone arrayed; Dwelling in everlasting light And joys that never fade, Refrain What brought them to the world above, That Heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love; How came those children there, Refrain Because the Savior shed His blood To wash away their sin; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean, Refrain On earth they sought the Savior’s grace, On earth they loved His Name; So now they see His blessèd face, And stand before the Lamb, Refrain

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• [Rev 7:13] How Bright These Glorious Spirits Shine

  How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light; And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love amidst The glories of the sky. His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing: By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor suns with scorching ray; God is their Sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. The Lamb, Which dwells amidst the throne Shall over them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. Midst pastures green He’ll lead His flock Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

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• [Rev 7:13] Washed In The Blood Of The Lamb

  Who, who are these beside the chilly wave, Just on the borders of the silent grave, Shouting Jesu’s power to save, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb”? Refrain “Sweeping through the gates” of the new Jerusalem, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb,” “Sweeping through the gates” of the new Jerusalem, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” These, these are they who, in their youthful days, Found Jesus early, and in wisdom’s ways Proved the fullness of His grace, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain These, these are they who, in affliction’s woes, Ever have found in Jesus calm repose, Such as from a pure heart flows, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain These, these are they who, in the conflict dire, Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire; Jesus now says, “come up higher,” “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain Safe, safe upon the ever shining shore, Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow are all o’er; Happy now and evermore, “Washed in the blood of the Lamb.” Refrain

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• [Rev 7:13] What Happy Men, Or Angels, These?

  What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heav’nly light? From torturing racks and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. Now they approach th’Almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One, Measure their blest eternity. No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their paring thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of His wings To screen them from the parching sun. The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around His milder beams; There shall they feast on His rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years; And the soft hand of sov’reign grace Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.

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• [Rev 7:13] What This Host?

  What this host? This mighty army, Conquering every prince of men? Led by what high King, what champion? Who, once dead, now lives again? This, the Church, the Bride of Jesus, Armor-clad by God’s own hand: Shield of Faith and Sword of Spirit— Shod by Gospel, firm to stand! With the awesome Truth of Heaven, Christ has girded her around, So arrayed for every battle, She shall pull all empires down. Gleaming in the morning sunlight See salvation’s helmet shine! Trusting to that sure protection, On she fights, renewed in mind. O’er that heart once bound to evil, Lies the mail of righteousness, No satanic accusation Can defeat such glorious dress! Terrible in strength and valor, Jesus leads His host to war, His the vict’ry, His the conquest! He has broken down Hell’s door!

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• [Rev 7:13] Who Are These Arrayed In White?

  Who are these arrayed in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne? These are they that bore the cross, Nobly for their Master stood; Sufferers in His righteous cause, Followers of the dying God. Out of great distress they came, Washed their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that washes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night: God resides among His own, God doth in His saints delight. More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o’er; They have all their sufferings past, Hunger now and thirst no more: No excessive heat they feel From the sun’s directer ray; In a milder clime they dwell, Region of eternal day. He that on the throne doth reign, Them the Lamb shall always feed, With the tree of life sustain, To the living fountains lead; He shall all their sorrows chase, All their wants at once remove, Wipe the tears from every face, Fill up every soul with love.

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• [Rev 7:13] Who Are These Like Stars Appearing

  Who are these like stars appearing, These before God’s throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing; Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia! Hark, they sing, Praising loud their heav’nly King. Who are these of dazzling brightness, These in God’s own truth arrayed, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose luster ne’er shall fade, Ne’er be touched by time’s rude hand? Whence come all this glorious band? These are they who have contended For their Savior’s honor long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng; These who well the fight sustained, Triumph through the Lamb have gained. These are they whose hearts were riven, Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified; Now, their painful conflict o’er, God has bid them weep no more. These, like priests, have watched and waited, Offering up to Christ their will; Soul and body consecrated, Day and night to serve Him still: Now in God’s most holy place Blest they stand before His face.

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Revelation 19:7

• [Rev 19:7] Bride Of Christ, Whose Glorious Warfare

  Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare Here on earth hath never rest; Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs Of the holy and the blest; Joyous be the day we hallow, Feast of all the saints on high, Earth and Heav’n together blending In one solemn harmony. First the blessèd virgin mother, Reunited to her Son, Leads the host of ransomed people, Who unfading crowns have won; John, the herald, Christ’s forerunner, More than prophet, leads his throng, Seer and patriarch responsive Unto psalmist in their song. Lo, the twelve, majestic princes, In the court of Jesus sit, Calmly watching, while the conflict Rages far beneath their feet; Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson, Sign of life blood freely spent, Finding life, because they lost it, Dwell in undisturbed content. All the saintly host who witnessed Good confessions for His sake— Priest and deacon, world renouncing, Of their Master’s joy partake; Virgins to the Lamb devoted, Following with steadfast love, Bring their lilies and their roses To the marriage feast above. All, their happy lot fulfilling, God omnipotent proclaim; Holy, holy, holy, crying, Glory to His holy Name! So may God in mercy grant us Here to serve in holiness, Till He call us to the portion Which His saints in light possess.

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• [Rev 19:7] Sands Of Time Are Sinking, The

  The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks; The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above: There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen: It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, “Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love; I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine! He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand, Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!” My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

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