4 When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, Than when we first begun! 5 Then let us hasten to the day When all shall be brought home: Come, O Redeemer! come away! O Jesus! quickly come! 908 C. M. Thy will be done. Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, “Thy will be done.” 2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path, Should wealth and friends be gone, Still, with a firm and lively faith, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.” 3 Although thy steps I can not trace; Thy sovereign right I’ll own; And, as instructed by thy grace, I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.” 909 C. M. Rev. 7:13-17. How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their bright array? How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light, And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright. 3 Now with triumphant palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky. 4 His presence fills each heart with joy, Tunes every mouth to sing; By day, by night, the sacred courts With glad hosannas ring. 5 Hunger and thirst are felt no more, Nor sun with scorching ray; God is their sun, whose cheering beams Diffuse eternal day. 6 The Lamb that sits upon the throne, Shall o’er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine, And all their footsteps guide. 7 ’Mong pastures green he’ll lead his flock, Where living streams appear; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear. 910 C. M. It is good that I have been afflicted. Psalm 119:71. In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay. 2 The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they’re bruised. 3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life’s tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4 All-gracious Lord, whate’er my lot In other times may be, I’ll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to thee. 911 C. M. I will bless the Lord at all times. Psalm 34:1.