The Prosperous Saint

Verse 1

Come ye that love the Lord indeed, Who are from sin and bondage free'd, Submit to all the ways of God, And walk that narrow happy road.

Verse 2

Great tribulation you shall meet, But soon shall walk the golden street; Tho' hell may rage and vent her spite, Yet Christ will save his heart's delight.

Verse 3

That happy day will soon appear, When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear, Sound thro the earth, yea down to hell, To call the nations great and small.

Verse 4

Behold the earth in burning flames, The trumpet louder still proclaims; The earth must hear and know her doom, The separation day is come.

Verse 5

Behold the righteous marching home, And all the angels bid them come, When Christ himself these words proclaims, Here come my saints, I know their names.

Verse 6

Ye everlasting gates fly wide, Make ready to receive my bride; Ye harps of heav'n now sound aloud, Here comes the purchase of my blood!

Verse 7

In grandeur see the royal line, In glitt'ring robes the sun outshine; See saints and angels join in one, And march in splendor to the throne.

Verse 8

The stand in wonder and look on, They join in one eternal song, Their great Redeemer to admire, While rapture sets their souls on fire.

Verse 9

They've fought the fight, the race is run, Their joys are now in heav'n begun, Their tears are gone, their sorrows flee, No more afflicted now like me.

Verse 10

Here I am now in prison bound, And trials wait me all around, O would'st thou Lord now burst the chain, How I would join to praise thy name.