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The Book of Praise,
civ.
There is a Stream, which issues forth
From God's eternal Throne, And from the Lamb, a living stream
Clear as the crystal stone.
The stream doth water Paradise;
It makes the angels sing ; One cordial drop revives my Heart;
Hence all my joys do spring.
Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of glory too; Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis concealed, What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine>
And hast to me revealed.
I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice,
I taste Thy sweetest love : My soul doth leap : but O for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove !
Then should I flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin ! Then should my Lord put forth His hand,
And kindly take me in !
Then should my soul with angels feast
On joys that always last! Blest be my God, the God of joy,
Who gives me here a taste.
John Mason. |
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