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Through the great Redeemer's might,
More than conquerors they stand. 111 3 Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Shall to living fountains lead:
Perfect love dispels all fears;
18; IT God shall wipe away their tears.
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Within the veil, and see
How bright their glories belle
And wet their couch with tears;
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 We ask them whence their victory came;
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to his death. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
Possess the promised rest.
For his own pattern given,
Shows the same path to heaven.
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THERE is a holy city,
Built by the God of love;
And saints, arrayed in white,
And dwell with thee in light. 2 The humblest child of glory
Outshines the radiant sun;
Of that eternal throne
In majesty so bright?
And angel bands of light.
Proclaim thy work of grace;
And all the godly race,
And tortures on their way;
To everlasting day.
. baina ya How long we'll stay below, 1.BHA Or what shall be our trials,
Are not for us to know.
We'll raise our thoughts on high;
And crowns above the sky.awosta
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JERUSALEM! Thou happy home!
In joy, and peace, and thee? . 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
walls : And pearly gates behold? ** Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold? 3 O when, thou city of our God,
Shall we thy courts ascend,
And Sabbaths have no end? 4 There happier bowers than Eden bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Qur souls still pant for thee; Then shall our labours have an end, ! When we thy joys shall see.
2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white,
Which we shall then put on, When, foremost ’mong the sons of light,
We sit on yonder throne. 3 That is the city of the saints,
Where we so soon shall stand, When we shall strike these desert-tents,
And quit this desert-land. 4 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain!
And welcome sorrow too!
With such a prize in view. 5 Come crown and throne, come robe and
palm! Burst forth glad stream of peace!" Come, holy city of the Lamb! . Rise, Sun of Righteousness!! I
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O WHEN shall we sweetly remove,
The mother of spirits distressed;
Where sorrow and death are no more,
And cherub and seraph adore ?
The light of his heavenly face;
The sight beatific they prove; .1
And walk in thy light, blessed Lamb,
Enjoying the beams of thy love. ) 3. Thou knowest in the spirit of prayer
We long thy appearing to see, Resigned to the burden we bear, ..
But longing to triumph with thee; 'Tis good at thy word to be here;
'Tis better in thee to be gone, And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in thy throne."
W With glory and light from above, 0 King in thy beauty displayed
Thy beauty of holiest love: 2 We languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fixed his abode; 0, when shall we meet in the air, • And fly to the mountain of God. " 3 With him we on Zion shall stand,
For Jesus hath spoken the word;
Survey by the light of our Lord.. 4 But when, on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face we are strengthened to see, Our fulness of rapture we'll find;
Our heaven of heavens in theel in 5 How happy thy people that dwell .
Secure in the city above!
No sickness or sorrow shall prove.,