From trials without and within,
But what must it be to be there?
We speak of its service of love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The church of the first-born above,
But what must it be to be there?
Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure and woe,
For Heaven our spirits prepare;
Then soon shall we joyfully know,
And feel what it is to be there.
HYMN 147.
Around the throne of God in heaven,
Ten thousand children stand;
Whose sins are all through Christ forgiv'n,
A holy, happy band;
Singing glory!
What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love,
How came those children there?
Singing glory!
Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;
Bath'd in that pure, and precious flood,
Bebold them white and clean;
Singing glory!
On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
