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A HAPPY SPIRIT ESCORTED BY ANGELS TO GLORY.

There is joy in heaven! hark, loud and long
Through the sapphire halls echoes the choral song:
Saints, and seraphs, and cherubim,
Pour the full tide of their praises to Him,
To him that sits on the burning throne,
The holy, the righteous, the merciful one!
For in triumph they lead to the mansions of peace
One more of the glorified children of grace.
“One more is thine, O blessed,” they cry,
“One more for the years of eternity!”
Come in, thou favour'd of God, to thy rest,
Who hast kept my faith and my name confest,
The tempest is calm'd, the dangers are o'er,
Thou shalt be tempted and troubled no more;—
Well hast thou battled with Satan and sin,
Thou hast fought the good fight, come in, come in!
'Twas the Saviour that spake, and solemnly then,
Through the wide realm of bliss echoed, Lord, Amen!
Welcome, sister, the glad saints sing,
Welcome, sister, the glad heav'ns ring;
There's not a being those myriads among,
Not a bounding heart, not a tuneful tongue,
Not a cherub, that flutter'd on infant wings,
Not a seraph, that struck the harp's trembling strings,
Not a white-rob'd saint, with the conqueror's palm,
But swell'd the loud peal of that beautiful psalm!
“Hail, hail, child of happiness, daughter of heav'n,
“For glory to thee through the Saviour is given;
“Welcome, for he that hath burst the tomb
“Hath bid thee come in, and yet there is room:
“We hail thee then, sister, in songs such as this,
“To the halls of salvation, the mansions of bliss.