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Words: Jean B. de Santeüil, 1686
O Christ, who hast prepared a place
For us around Thy throne of grace,
We pray Thee, lift our hearts above,
And draw them with the cords of love.
Source of all good, Thou, gracious Lord,
Art our exceeding great reward;
How transient is our present pain,
How boundless our eternal gain!
With open face and joyful heart,
We then shall see Thee as Thou art:
Our love shall never cease to glow,
Our praise shall never cease to flow.
Thy never-failing grace to prove,
A surety of Thine endless love,
Send down Thy Holy Ghost, to be
The raiser of our souls to Thee.
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Words: Ray Palmer, 1858
Lord, Thou wilt bring the joyful day
Beyond earth’s weariness and pains,
Thou hast a mansion far away,
Where for Thine own a rest remains.
No sun there climbs the morning sky,
There never falls the shade of night,
God and the Lamb, for ever nigh,
Over all shed everlasting light.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Our God will reign forever
There, Lord, Thy way-worn saints shall find
The bliss for which they longed before;
And holiest sympathies shall bind
Thine own to Thee for evermore.
Around the throne bright legions stand,
Redeemed by blood from sin and hell;
And shining forms, an angel band,
The mighty chorus join to swell.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Our God will reign forever
O Jesus, bring us to that rest,
Where all the ransomed shall be found,
In Thine eternal fullness blest,
While ages roll their cycles round.
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Words: Hans A. Brorson, 1913
Behold a host, arrayed in white,
Like thousand snow clad mountains bright,
With palms they stand. Who is this band
Before the throne of light?
Lo, these are they of glorious fame
Who from the great affliction came
And in the flood of Jesus’ blood
Are cleansed from guilt and blame.
Now gathered in the holy place
Their voices they in worship raise,
Their anthems swell where God doth dwell,
Mid angels’ song of praise.
Despised and scorned, they sojourned here;
But now, how glorious they appear!
Those martyrs stand a priestly band,
God’s throne forever near.
So oft, in troubled days gone by,
In anguish they would weep and sigh.
At home above the God of Love
For aye their tears shall dry.
They now enjoy their Sabbath rest,
The paschal banquet of the blest;
The Lamb, their Lord, at festal board
Himself is Host and Guest.
Then hail, ye mighty legions, yea,
All hail! Now safe and blest for aye,
And praise the Lord, who with His Word
Sustained you on the way.
Swing high your palms, lift up your song,
Yea, make it myriad voices strong.
Eternally shall praise to Thee,
God, and the Lamb belong.
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Thy Father’s house
04:42
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Words: Ray Palmer, 1854
Verse 1:
Thy Father’s house! Thine own bright home!
And Thou hast there a place for me!
Though yet an exile here I roam,
That distant home by faith I see.
Verse 2:
I see its domes resplendent glow,
Where beams of God’s own glory fall;
And trees of life immortal grow,
Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall.
Pre-Chorus:
I know that Thou, who on the tree
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,
Will bring Thine own to dwell with Thee,
And waitest to receive me there.
Chorus:
Thy love will there array my soul
In Thine own robe of spotless hue;
And I shall gaze while ages roll,
On Thee, with raptures ever new.
Chorus 2:
O welcome day! when Thou my feet
Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er;
A Father’s warm embrace to meet,
And dwell at home for evermore.
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All hail
03:09
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Words: Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)
All hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
I bow to Thy command;
And own that David’s royal key
Well fits Thy sovereign hand.
Open the treasures of Thy love,
And shed Thy gifts abroad;
Unveil to my rejoicing eyes
The temple of my God.
There as a pillar let me stand
On an eternal base;
Upreared by Thine almighty hand
And polished by Thy grace.
There deep engraven let me bear
The title of Thy God;
And mark the new Jerusalem,
As my secure abode.
In lasting characters inscribe
Thine own belovèd name,
That endless ages there may read
The great Emmanuel’s claim.
Lead on, my General, I defy
What earth or hell can do;
Thy conduct, and this glorious hope
Shall bear Thy soldier through.
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Words: Frances J. Crosby, 1868
Verse 1:
Why do the holy angels sing?
Why do the heav’nly arches ring
With anthems sweet from seraphs bright,
With glittering crowns and robes of white?
Verse 2:
Glory to Thee, our God, they cry,
Maker of earth, and sea, and sky,
To Thee our highest strains belong,
Thou great Inspirer of our song.
Chorus:
They sing of the Lamb that was slain,
The Saviour that lives again,
The root of David and offspring
The brightest star of the morning
Verse 3:
Beautiful world where all is bright,
Rivers of gold and fields of light,
In murmured tones of joy prolong
The echo of the angels’ song.
Verse 4:
Well may the holy angels sing,
Well may the heav’nly arches ring,
With anthems sweet from choirs above,
They sing of God, and God is love.
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Ye holy angels bright
04:06
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Words: Richard Baxter, 1681
Ye holy angels bright,
Who wait at God’s right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord’s command,
Assist our song, or else the theme
For mortal tongue too high doth seem.
Ye blessèd souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race
And now, from sin released,
Behold your Saviour’s face,
God’s praises sound, as in His light
Ye do abound with sweet delight.
Ye saints, who toil below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what He gives, and praise Him still,
Who ever lives, through good or ill.
My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love;
Let all thy days till life shall end,
Be filled with praise whate’er He send.
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Words: Richard Jensen, 2018
When time has passed and sin is gone
New heaven and earth will be our home
Forever with the Saviour, praise
His name for ever all our days
God will dwell among his own
Within the new Jerusalem
A Holy City, bride of the Lamb
Made beautiful by his own hand
Chorus:
No more crying, no more pain
No more will death our joy constrain
Because our Saviour died for us
The pain he bore instead of us
The city will not need the sun
Nor the moon to shine upon
God's glory will provide the light
The Lamb, its lamp gloriously bright
(Chorus)
When time has passed and sin is gone
New heaven and earth will be our home
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Richard Jensen UK
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All songs are
written, recorded, mixed and produced by myself, and sometimes my wife chips in!
If you want to find out a bit more about me and my music, there's an interview with Treasure Vessles here: treasure-vessels.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/episode-34-richjens-aberystwyth-britain.html
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