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[ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS BEARD, WHO WAS IMPRESSED FOR A SOLDIER, AND DIED IN THE HOSPITAL AT NEWCASTLE.]
LVIII. ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS BEARD, WHO WAS IMPRESSED FOR A SOLDIER, AND DIED IN THE HOSPITAL AT NEWCASTLE.
Hymn 15.
Soldier of Christ, adieu!
Thy conflicts here are past,
Thy Lord hath brought thee through,
And given the crown at last:
Rejoice to wear the glorious prize,
Rejoice with God in paradise.
Thy conflicts here are past,
Thy Lord hath brought thee through,
And given the crown at last:
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Rejoice with God in paradise.
There all thy sufferings cease,
There all thy griefs are o'er,
The prisoner is at peace,
The mourner weeps no more;
From man's oppressive tyranny
Thou liv'st, thou liv'st for ever free.
There all thy griefs are o'er,
The prisoner is at peace,
The mourner weeps no more;
From man's oppressive tyranny
Thou liv'st, thou liv'st for ever free.
Torn from thy friends below
In banishment severe,
A man of strife, and woe,
No more thou wanderest here,
Join'd to thy better friends above,
At rest in thy Redeemer's love.
In banishment severe,
A man of strife, and woe,
No more thou wanderest here,
Join'd to thy better friends above,
At rest in thy Redeemer's love.
No longer now constrain'd
With human fiends to dwell,
To see their evil pain'd,
Their blasphemies to feel:
Angels and saints thy comrades are,
And all adore the Saviour there.
With human fiends to dwell,
To see their evil pain'd,
Their blasphemies to feel:
Angels and saints thy comrades are,
And all adore the Saviour there.
Thou canst not there bemoan
Thy friends' or country's loss,
Through sore oppression groan,
Or faint beneath the cross;
The joy hath swallow'd up the pain,
And death is thy eternal gain.
Thy friends' or country's loss,
Through sore oppression groan,
Or faint beneath the cross;
The joy hath swallow'd up the pain,
And death is thy eternal gain.
What hath their malice done
Who hurried hence thy soul?
When half thy race was run,
They push'd thee to the goal,
Sent to the souls supremely blest,
And drove thee to thy earlier rest!
Who hurried hence thy soul?
When half thy race was run,
They push'd thee to the goal,
Sent to the souls supremely blest,
And drove thee to thy earlier rest!
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Thou out of great distress
To thy reward art past,
Triumphant happiness,
And joys that always last:
Thanks be to God, who set thee free,
And gave the final victory.
To thy reward art past,
Triumphant happiness,
And joys that always last:
Thanks be to God, who set thee free,
And gave the final victory.
Thy victory we share,
Thy glorious joy we feel,
Parted in flesh we are,
But join'd in spirit still:
And still we on our brethren call
To praise the common Lord of all.
Thy glorious joy we feel,
Parted in flesh we are,
But join'd in spirit still:
And still we on our brethren call
To praise the common Lord of all.
Not for your needless aid,
Not for your useless prayers,
(Jesus for us hath pray'd,
And all our burdens bears,)
Yet still on you we call, and cry,
Extol the Lord of earth and sky.
Not for your useless prayers,
(Jesus for us hath pray'd,
And all our burdens bears,)
Yet still on you we call, and cry,
Extol the Lord of earth and sky.
Thus let us still maintain
Our fellowship Divine,
And till we meet again
In Jesus' praises join,
Thus, till we all your raptures know,
Sing you above, and we below!
Our fellowship Divine,
And till we meet again
In Jesus' praises join,
Thus, till we all your raptures know,
Sing you above, and we below!
LIX. ANOTHER.
Hymn 16.
[All worship and love]
All worship and love
To the Father above,
Who hath summon'd another His glory to prove:
Who in pity and grace
Hath shorten'd his race,
And caught up a worm to the sight of His face.
To the Father above,
Who hath summon'd another His glory to prove:
Who in pity and grace
Hath shorten'd his race,
And caught up a worm to the sight of His face.
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Our friend is at rest
In a paradise blest,
Which sorrow, and Satan can never molest:
He hath shook off his clay,
He is wafted away,
And escaped to the regions of permanent day.
In a paradise blest,
Which sorrow, and Satan can never molest:
He hath shook off his clay,
He is wafted away,
And escaped to the regions of permanent day.
Thrice-happy remove
To a country above,
Where all are employ'd in the triumph of love!
We thitherward tend,
We too shall ascend,
And begin the enjoyment which never shall end.
To a country above,
Where all are employ'd in the triumph of love!
We thitherward tend,
We too shall ascend,
And begin the enjoyment which never shall end.
For this do we mourn,
Till by angels upborne,
We again to our heavenly border return:
Caught up in the air
We soon shall be there,
And our happy, unfading inheritance share.
Till by angels upborne,
We again to our heavenly border return:
Caught up in the air
We soon shall be there,
And our happy, unfading inheritance share.
What joy shall abound,
When our brethren around
The throne of our glorious Redeemer are found!
When our comrades in pain
We embrace them again,
And in Jesus's bosom eternally reign.
When our brethren around
The throne of our glorious Redeemer are found!
When our comrades in pain
We embrace them again,
And in Jesus's bosom eternally reign.
With loving surprise
The whole company cries,
How strangely at last are we met in the skies!
What a wonder of grace
Transcending our praise,
That we should be seen in this holiest place!
The whole company cries,
How strangely at last are we met in the skies!
What a wonder of grace
Transcending our praise,
That we should be seen in this holiest place!
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Poor sinners below,
Acquainted with woe,
How heavily once with our load did we go!
In trials severe
How oft did we fear
We should never hold out, we should never come here!
Acquainted with woe,
How heavily once with our load did we go!
In trials severe
How oft did we fear
We should never hold out, we should never come here!
Fellow-prisoners beneath,
Our sorrowful breath
We wasted in passionate wishes for death;
Our evils so rife,
So painful our strife,
And so long did it seem the sad moment of life!
Our sorrowful breath
We wasted in passionate wishes for death;
Our evils so rife,
So painful our strife,
And so long did it seem the sad moment of life!
That moment is past!
We are landed at last,
We are safely arrived, where our anchor was cast:
On Immanuel's land
With a numberless band,
Of cherubs and seraphs exulting we stand.
We are landed at last,
We are safely arrived, where our anchor was cast:
On Immanuel's land
With a numberless band,
Of cherubs and seraphs exulting we stand.
For a moment of pain
We on earth did sustain,
An eternal reward we in heaven obtain:
Who governs the skies
Hath banish'd our sighs,
And the Lamb He hath wiped all the tears from our eyes.
We on earth did sustain,
An eternal reward we in heaven obtain:
Who governs the skies
Hath banish'd our sighs,
And the Lamb He hath wiped all the tears from our eyes.
No uneasy alloy
Shall sully our joy,
While our harps in Immanuel's praise we employ;
Not a dissonant string
Shall be heard while we sing
With the chorus of angels, our Saviour and King.
Shall sully our joy,
While our harps in Immanuel's praise we employ;
Not a dissonant string
Shall be heard while we sing
With the chorus of angels, our Saviour and King.
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Our Saviour we own
Who sits on the throne,
Salvation ascribe to the Father and Son!
We are saved by the Lamb!
Let all heaven proclaim,
Let all heaven bow down to the Wonderful Name.
Who sits on the throne,
Salvation ascribe to the Father and Son!
We are saved by the Lamb!
Let all heaven proclaim,
Let all heaven bow down to the Wonderful Name.
Our Jesus surround
With majesty crown'd,
And Amen to our praises ye seraphim sound:
Lo! He shows us His face!
Ye seraphim gaze,
Or fall, and adore in the spirit of praise.
With majesty crown'd,
And Amen to our praises ye seraphim sound:
Lo! He shows us His face!
Ye seraphim gaze,
Or fall, and adore in the spirit of praise.
Thus, thus let us lie,
Till raised by His eye,
Hallelujah, again Hallelujah we cry!
Progressively move,
And in rapture improve,
And eternity spend to the praise of His love.
Till raised by His eye,
Hallelujah, again Hallelujah we cry!
Progressively move,
And in rapture improve,
And eternity spend to the praise of His love.
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