Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: Ye Jewels of my master
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: CXXIX
Page Number: 169, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsYe Jewels of my master,
Who shine with heav'nly rays,
Amid the beams of glory
Reflect immortal blaze;
Ye diamond of beauty,
With pleasing lustre crown'd,
Of heav'nly extraction,
To Zion's city bound.
Ye lambs of my Redeemer,
The ransom of his blood,
Who fee among the lillies
Beside the purple flood,
Go on ye happy pilgrims,
Your journey still pursue,
And at an humble distance,
I'll sing and follow too.
When I beheld your order
And harmony of soul,
And hear'd divinest numbers
Is pure devotion roll;
And gems immortal glowing
With such enliv'ning grace,
I viewed the Saviour's image
Impress'd on ev'ry face.
Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind,
And often be your voice;
In pure devotion join'd;
Though trials may await you,
The crown before you lies,
Take courage brother pilgrims,
And soon you'll gain the prize.
Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my Jewels,
Releas'd from Cumb'rous clay,
He'll polish and refine you
From worthless dross and tin,
And to his heav'nly kingdom,
Will bid enter in.
On that important morning,
When bursting thunders sound,
And nimble light'nings waving,
Shall wing the gloom profound,
Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And clap your joyful hands,
Lo! you're redeem'd forever
From death's corrupting bands.
As Aaron with his girdle
In shining Jewels drest,
Bore all the tribes of Isr'el
Inscrib'd upon his breast,
So will the priest of Zion,
Before the Father's throne,
Present the heirs of glory,
And God the kindred own.
The golden harps will echo
Around the sacred hill,
And sweet immortal anthems
The vocal regions fill;
In everlasting beauty
The shining millions stand,
Safe on the rock of ages
Amid the promis'd land.
We'll range the wide dominions
Of our Redeemer round,
And in dissolving raptures
Be full of love profound;
While all the flaming harpers.
Begin the lasting song,
With Hallelujahs rolling
From the unnumbered throng."