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186 172. EDEN OF LOVE. Christian LYRE.

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2. In the fulness of feeling we'll freely, freely bow, And re-joicing - ly

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Spirits a - bove, Sal - vation and honor we'll ever, ever sing, o the

kneel at his shrine, And meekly pre - senting our humble, grateful vow, We will

3 There the river of mercy so sweetly, sweetly flows,
From the throne of our God and the Lamb:

There the tree of salvation and blessing ever grows,
And it blooms in the smile of I AM :

40 brightly serene is the joyous welcome ray,

* That now dawns on the darkness of time !

For it lighteth the path of our weary pilgrim way,
By the dawn of an era sublime.

5 We will sing hallelujah, and servently adore,

- Hallelujah to Infinite Love;

-- We will sing hallelujah forever, evermore,

joy in his glories odi - vine. In the home of the spirit above.

praise of his mer-cy and

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How sweet to reflect on the joys that await us,
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet us,
And lead us to mansions prepared for the blest |
Encircled with light, and with glory enshrouded,
Our happiness perfect, our mind's sky unclouded,
We'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of Love.

While legions angelic, with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the Concert of praise,
The saints, as they come from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise.
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
Our souls will respond, To Immanuel be given,
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love?

Then hail, blessed state, hail, ye seraphs of glory,
Ye angels of light, we'll soon meet you above,
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
Salvation from sorrow through ransoming love
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation,
Already our souls feel a sweet prelihation
Of joys that await us, the joys of salvation,
Reserved for mankind in the Eden of Lovel

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HYMN 521. Author of holiness : Light of salvation 1 Thou art our father's God—thou art our Stay ! Bringing our grateful hearts, in adoration, sorrow that heav'n cannot Here we will praise thee, and here we will pray.

Thou hast conferred on us mercy and blessing,
Praise to thy hallow'd name, Father of love :

My we all feel in heart, thy grace possessing,
oy and the light of thy kingdom above.

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1. Thou art gone to the grave! but we w de-plore thee, Tho’

2. Thou art gone to the grave! and its mansion for - sak -ing, Per

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world by thy side; But the wide arms of mer-cy were spread to en

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Guardian and Guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will re

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sold thee, And sin - ners may hope, since the - less hath

store thee, Where death hath no sting, since the Sa - viour hath died.

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