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HYMN XVI. ON THE DEATH OF MR. LAMPE.
'Tis done! the sovereign will's obey'd!
The soul, by angel guards convey'd,
Has took its seat on high;
The brother of my choice is gone,
To music sweeter than his own,
And concerts in the sky.
The soul, by angel guards convey'd,
Has took its seat on high;
The brother of my choice is gone,
To music sweeter than his own,
And concerts in the sky.
His spirit, mounting on the wing,
Rejoiced to hear the convoy sing,
While harping at his side:
With ease he caught their heavenly strain,
And smiled, and sung in mortal pain;
He sung, and smiled, and died.
Rejoiced to hear the convoy sing,
While harping at his side:
With ease he caught their heavenly strain,
And smiled, and sung in mortal pain;
He sung, and smiled, and died.
Enroll'd with that harmonious throng,
He hears the' unutterable song,
The' unutterable Name:
He sees the Master of the choir,
He bows, and strikes the golden lyre,
And hymns the glorious Lamb.
He hears the' unutterable song,
The' unutterable Name:
He sees the Master of the choir,
He bows, and strikes the golden lyre,
And hymns the glorious Lamb.
He hymns the glorious Lamb alone;
No more constrain'd to make his moan
In this sad wilderness,
To toil for sublunary pay,
And cast his sacred strains away,
And stoop the world to please.
No more constrain'd to make his moan
In this sad wilderness,
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And cast his sacred strains away,
And stoop the world to please.
Redeem'd from earth, the tuneful soul,
While everlasting ages roll,
His triumph shall prolong;
His noblest faculties exert,
And all the music of his heart
Shall warble on his tongue.
While everlasting ages roll,
His triumph shall prolong;
His noblest faculties exert,
And all the music of his heart
Shall warble on his tongue.
O that my mournful days were past,
O that I might o'ertake at last
My happy friend above;
With him the church triumphant join,
And celebrate in strains Divine
The majesty of love!
O that I might o'ertake at last
My happy friend above;
With him the church triumphant join,
And celebrate in strains Divine
The majesty of love!
Great God of love, prepare my heart,
And tune it now to bear a part
In heavenly melody!
“I'll strive to sing as loud as they
Who sit enthron'd in brighter day,”
And nearer the Most High.
And tune it now to bear a part
In heavenly melody!
“I'll strive to sing as loud as they
Who sit enthron'd in brighter day,”
And nearer the Most High.
O that the promised time were come,
O that we all were taken home,
Our Master's joy to share!
Draw, Lord, the living vocal stones;
Jesus, recall Thy banish'd ones,
To chant Thy praises there.
O that we all were taken home,
Our Master's joy to share!
Draw, Lord, the living vocal stones;
Jesus, recall Thy banish'd ones,
To chant Thy praises there.
Our number and our bliss complete,
And summon all the choir to meet
Thy glorious throne around;
The whole musician band bring in,
And give the signal to begin,
And let the trumpet sound.
And summon all the choir to meet
Thy glorious throne around;
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And give the signal to begin,
And let the trumpet sound.
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