HYMN 352

11.11.11.11.



1.  THOSE eternal bowers man hath 

     never trod. Those unfading flowers 

     round the Throne of God

     Who may hope to gain them after

     weary fight?

     Who at length attain them, 

     clad in robes of white?


2.  He who wakes from slumber at the 

     SPlRlT‘s voice

     Daring here to number things unseen 

     his choice

     He who casts his burden down at 

     JESUS' Cross

     CHRIST's reproach his guerdon, 

     all he side but loss.


3.  He who gladly barters all on earthly 

     ground He who like Martyrs, says 

     “I will be crowned." He whose one 

     oblation is a life of love

     Knit in GOD’S salvation to the blest above.


4.  Shame upon you, legions of the Heavenly

     King. Citizens of regions past imagining!

     What, with pipe and tabor dream away 

     the light. When He calls to labour and 

     faith’s arduous fight?


5.  JESUS, LORD of Glory, as we breast 

     the tide, Whisper Thou the story of the 

     other side; Where the Saints are casting 

     crowns before Thy Feet,

     Safe for everlasting, in Thyself complete.  Amen