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HYMN 22. Second Part. C.M.
A prospect of the resurrection. (cont.)
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How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies,
On love's triumphiint wing!
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HYMN 22. Third Part. C.M.
Life everlasting.
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AMAZING grace! how sweet the sound,
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
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'Twas grace, that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear.
The hour I first believ'd!
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Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace, has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
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The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures,
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Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
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There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.
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Then now, on faith's sublimest wing,
Let ardent wishes rise,
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring
Immortal in the skies.
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HYMN 22. Fourth Part. C.M.
Hope of heaven.
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WHAT have I in this barren land?
My Jesus is not here;
Mine eyes will ne'er be blest, until
My Jesus doth appear.
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My Jesus is gone up to heav'n,
To fix a place for me;
For 'tis his will, that, where he is,
His followers should be.
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Canaan I view from Pisgah's top:
Of Canaan's grapes I taste;
My Lord, who sends them to me here,
Will send for me at last.
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I have a God that changeth not;
Why should I be perplex 'd?
My God, who owns me in this world,
Will own me in the next.
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My dearest friends, they dwell above;
Them will I go to see;
And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.
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HYMN 22. Fifth Part. C.M.
Happiness of departed Saints.
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HOW happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!
With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all his glory see !
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"Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry,
"That brought us here to God:"
In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout
The virtue of his blood.
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Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,
Ambitious to proclaim.
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