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The Book of Praise.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray ; God is their Sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside, Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock,
Where living streams appear ; And God the Lord from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.
William Cameron. 1781. {Variationfrom Isaac Watts. 1709.) |
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CXV.
Rev. VII. 13—17.
Palms of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away, Gird and deck the saints in light, Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.
Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the Lamb amidst the throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through His cross alone.
Kings for harps their crowns resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, " Take the kingdom, it is Thine, King of kings, and Lord of lords !" |
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