HYMN XCIII. A sacred DIALOGUE

Tell us O Women, we would know Whither so fast ye move? We, call'd to leave the World below, Are seeking one above.

Whence came ye? say? and what the Place That ye are trav'ling from! From Tribulation, we, through Grace, Are now returning Home.

Is not your native Country here The Place of your Abode? We seek a better Country far, A City built by God.

Thither we travel nor intend, Short of that bliss to rest; No, we till in the sinners Friend, Our weary Souls are bless'd.

We surely know, that we shall have Our lot in Canaan's Land; The witness us our Saviour gave, Seal'd with his bleeding Hand.

Christ is in us a certain Hope, Of Glory yet to come; Also, to us did Jesus stoop, T' assure us there is Room.

Friends of the Bridegroom, we shall reign; Saviour, we ask no more: Hail, Lamb of God, for Sin, Whom Heav'n and Earth adore.