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“And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people, and God Himself shall be with them, and be their God.”
Revelation 21:3 (C.M. St. Bernard)
Jerusalem will come to earth
Adorned in sweet array,
And all things new, celestial worth,
Proclaims the gracious day.
The tent of God, the voice did tell,
Is pitched for every saint,
That they forevermore may dwell
In Him without restraint.
The Lord, with tender, gracious hand,
Shall wipe all tears away,
And gently show the purpose grand
Of His own perfect way.
For death’s sharp sting He will destroy,
With glorious, vital life;
The blood of Christ brings peace and joy,
And conquest in the strife.
To dwell with God is better far,
And blessedness shall stay;
For sorrow, tears shall never mar,
And pain shall pass away.
We’ll rest in Jesus Christ our Head,
His name is Lover, Friend;
Our thirsty souls He’ll gently lead
To waters without end.
Vernon Higham Hymns L
“Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.”
Hebrews 7:25 (87.87.47. Cwm Rhondda)
Lead my soul O God of Heaven,
In Thy path of grace divine.
Then to comprehend the glory
Of a plan so pure and fine.
Thou art able
Let Thy mercy
Lift my soul to heights sublime.
From the deep despair and sorrow
Of the grasp of sin in me:
There is One that I can follow
When God’s Hand lays hold of me.
He is able
He is willing
In His love to set me free.
There in heights of God’s redemption,
Through His sacrifice I’m saved.
Now I stand in safe salvation
Never more by hell oppressed.
Thou art able
In Thy mercy
Place me safe in His dear Son.
None but Christ can bring me safely
To the home of God’s elect,
Pleading my petitions daily
That I may His life reflect.
Thou art able
Thou art ready
In Thy home have even me
“These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.”
Hebrews 11:13 (87.87.D Arwelfa)
Let my rest in thee be peaceful
‘Neath the palm trees of Thy love;
Let me rest with pilgrims faithful
On their path to heaven above.
There relate Thy faithful mercies
In the wilderness we face,
Then forget our great distresses
As we praise Thy powerful grace.
O how sweet a company travelling
With their gaze fixed on their home;
Not a tongue in malice piercing,
Not a heart with guile may roam.
See the dew on souls descending,
Hear their confidence in Him,
Listen to their heartfelt longing
As they love to speak of heaven.
Hold me, Lord, in all my travelling,
There is little left at best;
On my soul Thy sunshine warming,
Bidding me at last to rest.
Let the breeze of heaven so gently
Touch me, keep me, from all ill,
Yet my feet now standing firmly
On the heights of Zion’s hill.
Ambrose Williams
Trans. William Vernon Higham
“Whom having now seen, ye love; in whom, though now ye see Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory.”
1 Peter 1:8 (77. 77. D Aberystwyth or Hollingside)
Let my soul for ever praise
What Thou art, O God above,
Worship Thee with joy, and raise
Glorious anthems of Thy love,
Listen to my soul acclaim
Wondrous stories of Thy care,
Thanking Thee for Him who came
Ever more this joy to share.
Joy unspeakable is mine,
Full of glory, full of grace,
Gift of mercy, love divine,
Radiance of my Saviour’s face!
Let this joy for ever flow,
Till my being glows with Thee;
Let this radiance in me show
Glimpses of eternity.
Who are these arrayed around,
Breathing vengeance on my soul –
Fiery trials that surround,
Testing hard if I am whole?
Yet my joy in Thee will stay;
Knowing of Thy tenderness,
Nothing shall my heart dismay,
Or remove Thy faithfulness.
Glorious joy, a gift from Thee
Born in heaven, a child of grace,
Shows a gentleness to me
With a smile from Thy dear face.
When I tremble in distress,
And my heart cries out in pain,
Thou, my God, wilt ever bless,
And this joy shall firm remain.
Then Thy ransomed shall be brought
Unto Thine eternal fold,
Every soul that Thou hast bought,
Fashioned, burnished in Thy mould.
Hear my heart rejoice in Thee;
Overflowing grace abound;
Now and then my glory be,
For in Christ my soul is found.
“I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.”
Psalm 40:1 (86.86.88.88. Moriah)
Let my soul now praise the Saviour,
Sent by God and sped by love;
With a will that would not waver,
To perfect His plan of love.
From the pit of death he called me,
Quickened me by grace divine:
Brightness of His Father’s glory,
Image strong in me to shine.
Jesus is the name we cherish,
Of the Christ of God alone;
He has promised none shall perish
Who receive Him as His own.
Who can fathom founts of mercy,
Found in depths of costly grace?
Flood of pardon poured in plenty
As He took the sinner’s place.
Not in heaven, not in glory
Shall we measure, measureless;
Yet to know and know it fully,
He could never love us less.
This is love within the Godhead,
Pure and perfect, all divine;
Passion pales with joy exalted,
Christ the Saviour now is mine.
Based on Revelation 7 (87.87.47. Price)
Lift my gaze, O Lord Almighty,
To behold Thee face to face:
Robed in Christ in purest beauty,
Stand before the throne of grace.
Thy Redemption
Found for me with Thee a place.
God Himself draws ever nearer,
Dries my tears with tender care;
Sorrow’s vale no more can sever,
None can challenge Him or dare.
Safely cradled
In the arms of grace so fair.
Long my hungry soul hath sought Thee,
Faltered, failed and bowed my head;
Then at last Thy voice has bid me
Feast upon the living bread.
Satisfaction,
To that soul by Thee is fed.
In this fallen sad creation
Grief and anguish often reign;
Yet the suffering of salvation,
He alone could bear the pain
Of our pardon:
He alone for sin was slain.
Burdened with a weight of sorrow
Thou hast laid my heart so low;
Yet God lifts my soul to follow,
Cast my burden in love’s flow,
Fills my vessel,
With a joy Thy children know.
Deep within my heart confusion,
Thou hast heard my cry for rest;
Troubled by the storms of passion,
And the tempest of my breast.
Thou hast heard me,
Loved and granted my request.
Who are these Thy grace delights in?
What their story, whence they came?
These are they afflicted for Thee,
Loved Thy Gospel, braved the flame.
Righteous children,
Robed in white, acclaim Thy fame.
Come, O Christ, in all They splendour,
Claim Thy children for Thine own;
Mansions fair display Thy favour,
Manifest Thy great renown.
Resurrection,
Robed immortal, glorious gown.
In the Gospel of salvation
All these sorrows are no more;
Now we face a new creation,
Endless joys await in store.
Heirs of glory
Enter now through Christ the door.
“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.”
Psalm 121:1 (D.S.M. Diademata)
Lift up mine eyes to seek
Thy face, O Saviour fair,
To see the beauty of the meek,
Thy glory to declare.
Such beauty robed with pain
Adorned the cross with grace,
A ransom paid, O sweet refrain,
Beloved, blessèd face.
Lift up my heart to find
Thy love of purest worth;
With a sweet compassion for mankind
Embrace a son of earth.
To gaze upon that hill
Where love lit up a world,
To spread the grace of God until
All His are in the fold.
Lift up my soul to praise
The wonders of Thy name,
Of gospel truth, and thus to raise
The banner of Thy fame.
O sound salvation clear!
The dead stir to their feet,
And break the bonds of death and fear;
Thy word is hell’s defeat.
“Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence.”
Isaiah 64:1 (87.87.D Tanymarian)
Living Spirit of awakening
Come in pow’r to us again.
May Thy thunder rouse the sleeping,
Show Thine arm, for Thou dost reign.
Grant a mighty breeze from glory,
Wake the dead in Satan’s hold.
Let them now embrace Thy mercy;
To the dead grant grace of old.
Spirit of the Heavenly unction,
Pour pure streams upon Thine own,
Grant Thy flame without restriction,
Kindle souls for this we groan.
Grant that hearts from sin delivered,
Lust destroyed by power divine:
Now to wear the gown imputed,
Washed and pardoned in Thy love.
R. R. Morris (1852-1935)
Trans. William Vernon Higham
“And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord, I will praise Thee: though Thou wast angry with me, Thine anger is turned away, and Thou comfortedst me.”
Isaiah 12:1 (77.77.D Aberystwyth)
Lord Almighty, King divine,
Thou who knowest all mankind,
Gazed upon this life of mine,
Satisfaction could not find.
Yet Thine anger turned away,
Undeserving mercy flowed;
And Thy comfort was my stay,
When I saw Thy love unfold.
Love immense and love so sweet,
Love beyond my dearest dream;
Love that gives, this love I greet,
For it flows an endless stream.
Such a fount is God alone,
Source of all His saving wealth;
Christ alone does now atone,
Died and rose to give us health.
Here I’ll trust, and will not fear,
In Jehovah, God supreme;
Strong in heart with song endear;
Hear my praises and redeem.
From this wealth salvation flows,
He will always meet my needs;
Praise His name, my longing knows,
As I drink, my soul He feeds.
“Who being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: but made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men.”
Philippians 2:6,7 (C.M. University)
Lord Jesus Christ, I worship Thee,
Thou King of love and grace;
For Thou hast whispered I may see
The glory of Thy face.
My Saviour gave Himself for me,
With reputation, none!
O, such a death and agony
Has my pure pardon won!
Nothing I give can Him repay,
My Saviour and my joy;
Nothing I have can I display,
Will ever grace employ.
Yet freely of Thy grace alone,
I stand on ground secure;
Thou hast atoned and moved the stone
To gates of life so sure.
O let me bring to Thee my love,
The tithes of my own heart;
To give, and give, to Thee above,
This holy, blessèd part.
How can these hands forget so soon
Those pierced on a Cross?
How can this heart refuse a room
And suffer such a loss?
O teach me Lord to understand
How Thou dost blessing give;
Fill Thou Thy storehouse by thy hand,
And show me how to live!
“For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
Romans 6:23 (87.87.47. Blaencefn)
Lord of all this vast creation,
Rules supreme on all mankind,
Moved in time, displayed salvation,
Incarnation, Son, so kind.
Gift of heaven,
Hallelujahs ring the skies.
Man has fallen from his station
Where he stood with God sublime;
Sin has marred the fair condition,
Separated through man’s crime.
Cries for mercy
Came from hearts in dark despair.
Listen to the voice of judgement
Ringing loud for all to hear,
Punishment the dreaded comment,
These the wages that we bear;
Lost without Him,
Hear our cry, O blessèd Lord!
Sovereign God, and God of mercy
Sent His Son to shed His blood,
Merit pure, and merit worthy
Satisfied his anger’s flood;
Full atonement!
Justice smiles at all her own.
Gift of life, eternal value,
Granted to the sinners now,
With repentance, holy sorrow,
Faith from Christ Thou dost allow;
Chosen people,
Join the anthem of the elect.
“Whom having not seen, ye love.”
1 Peter 1:8 (87.87.D Corinth)
Lord of grace and power, I love Thee,
Yet unseen to human sight:
Thou didst draw my soul with mercy
From its dearest false delight.
In a moment Thou didst conquer
What the world could not achieve;
Now enthroned in silent splendour
In my heart as I believe.
Heart and mind and sight and hearing,
Never thought or ever knew
Of the wonder of Thy Being,
Absolute, profound and true.
Yet I find my heart doth love Thee,
More than all in nature’s world;
Greater news and sweeter mercy,
Is Thy Person to behold.
Highest heaven is Thy abiding,
Far above the span of mind.
Sinful depths of sorrow hiding
In the home of man I find.
Yet I know my soul is nearer
To my Lord, and stranger still
Is Thy promise, and far dearer
Than the world with all its skill.
William Williams (Pantycelyn)
Trans. William Vernon Higham
“The eyes of your understanding being enlightened.”
Ephesians 1:18 (S.M. Bod Alwyn)