He dies, the happy Indian dies, Closes his eyes to earth, and flies Up to the regions of the skies. Angelic legions lead the way, To the portals of celestial day. Wide spreads the news, all Heaven rings, Angels and ransomed spirits wave their wings, All lowly bending to the King of kings; Mingling their loftiest harmonies, Their sweetest, softest melodies, High Heaven’s eternal Minstrelsies, With harp and voice and choral symphonies, Loud as the sounding of ten thousand seas! They shout him welcome to his heavenly Home: “JOHN PAUL has come! JOHN PAUL has come!” Bear the glad tidings far As the remotest star! Let every tongue, The shout prolong! Sound the Redeemer’s praise, In loudest, loftiest lays! Your noblest anthems raise To everlasting days, To Him who bought him With His precious blood, To Him who brought him To this bright Abode Of perfect blessedness, And Everlasting Peace, “The Bosom of his Father and his God!” XII. Oh! Bliss Immortal! hail! all hail! All glory, honour, to the Lamb who died! Now seated glorious at His Father’s side. Sound through the Universe his Name! His matchless Love his Fame proclaim! Till all His foes are put to shame. And let the Story of the Cross prevail O’er every Mountain, Island, Hill, and Dale, Of the wide world, and satan’s power destroy,— The wondrous news thrill every heart with joy— Wafted on every breeze, by every swelling gale, Till sin and suffering, shame and sorrow fail; ’Gainst Love Omnipotent no force prevail; Till all His foes subdued shall bow the knee, To Him who died on Calvary’s bloody tree, For lost and guilty men, of every race, Of every nation, station, time and place. Oh swell the joyful notes of Jubilee! The year of Grace! the year of Liberty! Burst! burst! ye prison bars! let Man be free! HE died for all, of every tribe and hue, Anglican, Indian, Ethiop, Greek and Jew. All, all are welcome! wide heaven’s gates expand; _There_ every name is known from every Land, _There_ burst Hosannas, Heaven’s loud acclaim, O’er every new-arrived, his name they name. While all the blood-washed Throng, In accents loud and long, Their rapturous joy proclaim, Shouting and singing, Glory to the Lamb! All praise to Him who sits upon the Throne, Who rules the Universe, the Lord alone! Jehovah, Jesus, Saviour, Great I AM! To Him who bought us With His precious blood; To Him who brought us To this Bright Abode, Of perfect Blessedness, And Everlasting Peace, “The Bosom of Our Father and our God!” [Illustration] =Latin Translations.=