I.

Sing, sing, happy heirs called on high to inherit
Sweet heavenly hopes in yon heavenly home!
Sing, sing of the Christ, of His cross, of His merit,
His love, His near coming-sing, sing till He come!

Baptized in one body, one band in one Spirit,
The bride of Christ's bosom and bone of His bone,
Ye happy, ye honored ones, hearken and hear it-
His blessings, His bliss, and His glory, your own!

On high, in your Head, ye are seated and hidden-
Your secret pavilion His bosom above ;
To enter the holy of holies are bidden
In freedom and favor by Fatherly love!

And here, in the day of His humiliation,
God's Spirit-since Pentecost present on earth-
Resides in His people, in participation
Now suffering scorn with the sons of new-birth!

A seal on each saint, each indwelling, enduing,
The Spirit of promise and peace doth abide,
A Pilgrim in pilgrims, in patience pursuing
The passenger's path as the Power and the Guide!

II.

O Father, what fulness of favor hath found us,
Begot us again who were guilty, undone,
One body, in bonds of one Spirit, hath bound us-
Begotten, then gathered together in one!

In grace hast Thou quickened and gathered and given
Th' assembly of Spirit-joined saints to Thy Son-
His spouse, His beloved, whose bosom was riven
That glory to God through His grief might be won!

Thy love in our hearts, by Thy Spirit Eternal,
Thou sheddest abroad that for Christ they may burn,
And ravish His heart with a rapture supernal-
The fruit of His travail for which He doth yearn!
O Father, Thou givest Thy grace without measure-
Thy life and Thy nature and Spirit have we;
And willing and doing in us Thy good pleasure,
Thy children Thou formest in likeness to Thee!

Thine image and features Thy favor dost fashion
And frame in us, forming our fitness to show
Affection for Jesus, reflecting Thy passion
Of love in its perfect, its permanent flow!

Thou weavest Thy warp with the woof of our weakness:
Soon (Wisdom's skilled workmanship wondrously
wrought
To morally mirror Thine image in meekness)
A radiant bride to Thy Son shall be brought!

Then stir us, our God, with Thy love's tender story!
O Father, transform us with heavenly grace!
Yea, hallow our hearts in the hope of Christ's glory,
And thrill us with longing to gaze on His face!

III.

O Jesus, Great Shepherd, as sheep Thou hast sought
us,
And found us, and loved us, and bought us with
blood-
Through billows of wrath in Thy bosom safe brought us
From death unto life, and from Satan to God!

As Head and High-Priest Thou in heaven upholdest
Thy people-God's presence their portion, their
place;

While, reaching down arms of Thy love here, Thou
foldest
Thy flock to Thy breast in Thy Spirit's embrace!

With hearts beating Godward with filial emotion,
Blest Saviour, Thy saints Thou dost sweetly inspire
To follow Thy footsteps in filial devotion,
The glory of God as the goal of desire!

Here, robed in degree with Thy graces and beauty,
As worshiping pilgrims we walk in Thy ways
With gladness of love, taught to glorify duty,
Our soul-depths outpouring the perfume of praise!

O Image of Majesty mirrored in meekness,
To mirror Thy Manhood Thou makest us meet,
Transforming, transfiguring frailty and weakness
That in us Thy features Thy Father may greet!

Thou livest within us-O grace without measure!
O glory divine in these vessels of earth!
Lord, bruise Thou the vase till its radiant Treasure
Outshines in a blaze of Thy beauty and worth!

Yea, dwell in each heart, Lord, Thy love, in its
sweetness,
Revealing Thy life in these caskets of clod,
Till all the Church-bosom, indwelt in completeness,
Is fragrantly filled with the Fulness of God! F. A.