The Prosperous Saint

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.


Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #192