Vol 01 - Lines Found in the Pocket-Book of the Late Archdeacon Irvine, After His Death

Lines Found in the Pocket-Book of the Late Archdeacon Irvine, After His Death Bear me on Thy rapid wing, Everlasting Spirit! Where bright choirs of angels sing, And the saints inherit;

Waiting round the eternal throne, Joys immortal are their own; This the cry of every one- " Glory to th’ Incarnate Son!"Four-and-twenty elders rise From their princely station, Shout His glorious victories, Sing His great salvation;

Cast their crowns before His throne, Cry, in reverential tone, "Holy! Holy! Holy One!

Glory be to God alone."Hark! the thrilling symphonies Seem within to seize us;

Add we to their holy lays- "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"

Sweetest name on mortal’s tongue, Sweetest note in angels’ song, Sweetest anthem ever known;

Jesus, Jesus, reign alone.