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Patience. |
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Sweet in the confidence of faith
To trust His firm decrees ; Sweet to lie passive in His hand,
And know no will but His.
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope. That, when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home.
There shall my disimprison'd soul
Behold Him, and adore ; Be with His Likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more ;
Shall see Him wear that very Flesh On which my guilt was lain ;
His Love intense, His Merit fresh, As though but newly slain !
Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear The Trumpet's quickening sound ;
And, by my Saviour's Power rebuilt, At His right hand be found.
These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me ! And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee ?
If such the views which grace unfolds;,
Weak as it is below, What raptures must the Church above
In Jesus' Presence know ! |
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