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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>COME, LET US JOIN OUR FRIENDS ABOVE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“There before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb.” Revelation 7:9</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_wesley_c.jpg" alt="Charles Wesley (1707-1788)" width="149.333333333333" height="198"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_c.html" target="_blank">Charles Wesley</a>, <em>Funeral Hymns</em>, 1759.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Forest Green,” English melody; arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_williams_rv.html" target="_blank">Ralph Vaughan Williams</a>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_forstgrn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_i_williams_rv.jpg" alt="Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)" width="90" height="119.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Come, let us join our friends above, who have obtained the prize,<br>
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And on the eagle wings of love to joys celestial rise.<br>
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Let saints on earth unite to sing with those to glory gone,<br>
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For all the servants of our King in earth and heaven are one.</p>
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<p>One family we dwell in Him, one church above, beneath,<br>
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Though now divided by the stream, the narrow stream of death;<br>
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One army of the living God, to His command we bow;<br>
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Part of His host have crossed the flood, and part are crossing now.</p>
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<p>Ten thousand to their endless home this solemn moment fly,<br>
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And we are to the margin come, and we expect to die.<br>
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His militant embodied host, with wishful looks we stand,<br>
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And long to see that happy coast, and reach the heavenly land.</p>
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<p>Our old companions in distress we haste again to see,<br>
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And eager long for our release, and full felicity:<br>
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Even now by faith we join our hands with those that went before;<br>
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And greet the blood besprinkled bands on the eternal shore.</p>
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<p>Our spirits too shall quickly join, like theirs with glory crowned,<br>
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And shout to see our Captain’s sign, to hear His trumpet sound.<br>
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O that we now might grasp our Guide! O that the word were given!<br>
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Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, and land us all in heaven.</p>
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