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And prostrate fall, with glory overpower'd, And hide their faces with their wings, And thus address the King of kings :
" All hail! by Thy triumphant Church adored ! " Blessing and thanks and honour too
" Are Thy supreme, Thy everlasting due,
" Our Triune Sovereign, our propitious Lord !"
While I beheld th' amazing sight, A Seraph pointed to the Saints in white, And told me who they were, and whence they came: " These are they, whose lot below " Was persecution, pain, and woe ; " These are the chosen purchased Flock, " Who ne'er their Lord forsook ; "Through His imputed Merit free from blame ;
" Redeem'd from every sin ; "And, as thou seest, whose garments were made
clean, " Wash'd in the Blood of yon Exalted Lamb.
" Saved by His Righteousness alone, " Spotless they stand before the Throne,
" And in th' ethereal Temple chant His praise : " Himself among them deigns to dwell, " And face to face His Light reveal: " Hunger and thirst, as heretofore, " And pain, and heat, they know no more,
" Nor need, as once, the sun's prolific rays : " Immanuel here His people feeds, " To streams of joy perennial leads,
" And wipes, for ever wipes, the tears from every face."
Happy the souls released from fear, And safely landed there 1 |
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