"MOURNING and drooping here I lie,
Upon this earthly clod;
While heavenly things invite my eyes,
And bring me to my God.
Transported with a joyful view,
Of God's eternal love,
Unto this world I bid adieu,
And long to be above.
Where all the saints in harmony,
Their Saviour's praise declare,
In that bright realm of endless day,
There's not one mourner there."
The Missionary Pioneer, or A Brief Memoir of the Life, Labours, and Death of John Stewart
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MISSIONARY.
Rise, ye heralds of salvation, Now the Gospel-trumpet, blow; Go to ev'ry tribe and nation, Hear! your Master bids you go. Hark! his word, his Spirit urges, Count no enterprise too hard, Dauntless cross the mountain surges, Christ himself will be your gaurd.
God protects, what pow'r can harm you? Winds and seas obey his power; What threat'ning evil shall alarm you, Or what furious foe devour? Quit no duty, fear no danger, Go to all the fallen race,
Say to every outcast stranger, Ye may now be saved by grace.
Go, with heav'nly ardour burning, Bright with Christ's transmitted rays, Comfort those in darkness mourning, Turn their sighs to songs of praise. Bear his cross, which is your glory, Spread your Master's glorious fame; Tell his crucifixion story, Tell the world his wond'rous name.
Idols then shall fall like Dagon, Heathen darkness flee away; Every poor benighted pagan, See the light of glorious day. Deserts shall rejoice with singing, Lonely wastes shall lift their voice,
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Barren wilds with verdure springing, Bloom a fruitful paradise.
Sing, ye saints, a day of gladness Dawns already from on high, Put on joy for sable sadness, Wipe the tear, repress the sigh. Soon will Zion's King descending, Cloth'd in regal robes appear, Earth shall, to his sceptre bending, Hail the great millenial year.
ON ETERNITY.
MOURNING and drooping here I lie, Upon this earthly clod; While heavenly things invite my eyes, And bring me to my God.
Transported with a joyful view, Of God's eternal love, Unto this world I bid adieu,
And long to be above.
Where all the saints in harmony, Their Saviour's praise declare, In that bright realm of endless day, There's not one mourner there.
When they've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, There's no less days to sing God's praise, Than when they first began.
And then as many years should pass, As sands upon the shore,
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The saints above would have no fear, That the blest space is o'er.
If all the drops in ocean's wide, Were to be number'd o'er, And then by millions multiplied, And twice as many more.
And then as many years should pass, As water drops in all, Or grains of sand, or spires of grass, Upon this earthly ball.
And then as many millions more, As stars that fill the sky; Then all that number doubled o'er, Can't meet ETERNITY.
Eternity will still remain, 'Twill be Eternity; The song to Christ, who once was slain, Will last eternally.
Amen! they cry, Amen, Amen, Thy ways, O God! are true; Honour and power and glory then, Thanksgiving is thy due.
Honour and power and endless might, Be given to the Lord; In this sweet song they'll all unite, And sing with one accord.
Who can describe that blessedness, Of pleasures ever new; I long that glory to possess, And bid all sin adieu.
