Who the Multitudes Can Number?

Who the mul­ti­tudes can num­ber

In the man­sions of the blest

He can weigh the joys eter­nal

By those ran­somed ones pos­sessed;

Exiled now on earth no long­er

They have gained the home of rest.

Happily at last de­live­red

From the mourn­ful vale of tears

Sweet is now their re­col­lect­ion

Of the sad and trou­bled years;

While ful­filled in all per­fect­ion

God’s eter­nal plan ap­pears.

They be­hold their tempt­er fall­en

Bound in ev­er­last­ing chain;

Praising Christ their gra­cious Sav­ior

All unite in joy­ful strain

Christ the great re­ward and por­tion

Which ador­ing spir­its gain.

Now in sha­dow and in fi­gure

Mirrored in im­perfect light;

Then

as we are known

our know­ledge

Shall be clear

un­veiled

and bright;

For on God’s un­cloud­ed glo­ry

We shall gaze with cleans­èd sight.

Then the Tri­ni­ty of Per­sons

We shall face to face be­hold

And the uni­ty of sub­stance

Shall its mys­te­ry un­fold;

As the won­drous tri­une God­head

We adore in bliss un­told.

Courage

man

be strong

be faith­ful

Whatsoe’er thy bur­den be

For un­boun­ded are the glo­ries

Which thy sor­rows work for thee;

Soon the light of light for­ev­er

Shall thine eyes with rap­ture see.

God the Fa­ther

fount of be­ing

Thee

most high­est

we adore;

God the Son

our praise and hom­age

We pre­sent Thy throne be­fore;

Glorious Pa­ra­clete

we wor­ship

And we bless Thee ev­er­more.