Tune Abbey Lloyd 119 Psalm 1 a How bright these glorious spirits shine Whence all there bright array How came they to the blissful seats Of everlasting day 2 Lo these are they form suffering great Who came to relems of fight And in the blood of christ have washed Thare robes which shine so bright 3 His presents fills each hert with Joy Tunes every voice to sing By day by night the sacred courts While glad Hosannas ring Hungry and thurst after no more Nor suns with schorching ray God is there sun whose cheering beems Diffused etarnal day When snows desend and robe the fields In winter s bright array Touched by thy sun the luster fades And weepps itself away When spring appears when vilants blow And sheds a rich perfume How soon thy fragrance breathes its last How short lived is the bloom Fresh in the morn the sumer rose Hangs with ring ere tis noon We scarce envy the balmy gift But mourn the plesure gon With gilding fire an evening stare Streaks the Atumnal skies Shook from the atumal it darts away And in an instant dies