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Shall Jesus' suff'rers know,
Incapable of wo!
Shall there. our spirits wound: No base ingratitude above,
No sin in heaven is found. 2 There all our griefs are spent :
There all our sorrows end : We cannot there the fall lament
Of a departed friend;
By sin, alas! undone :
Cries,—0, my son! my son ! 3 No slightest touch of pain,
Nor sorrow's least alloy, Can violate our rest, or stain
Our purity of joy :
No clouds of tempests rise;
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That have obtain'd the prize ;
To joys celestial rise.
With those to glory gone;
In earth and heaven, are one.
3 One family we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream, of death. 4 One army of the living God,
To his command we bow; Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.
This solemn moment fly;
And we expect to die.
With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.
And full felicity. 2 E'en now, by faith, we join our hands
With those that went before ; And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore. 3 Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd, And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound. 4 Lord Jesus, be our constant guide:
And, when the word is given, Bid death's cold flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
The prospect joyous.
And let it faint or die;
And soar to worlds on high :
And find its long-sought rest,That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And smile at toil and pain:
Till my Deliv'rer come,
And take his exile home.
3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me !
Before my ravish'd eyes
And trees of Paradise :
Who taste the pleasures there;
And conqu’ring palms they bear.
4 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
And worship at thy feet!
Take life or friends away,
In that eternal day.
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Which God in Zion lays,
And his eternal praise.
We now adore thy Name;
Nor can we suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain ;
And envy rage in vain. 4 What though the gates of hell withstood,
Yet must this building rise ; 'Tis thine own work, almighty God,
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The living Name.
The true Foundation-stone, And with those a cov’nant made
Who build on that alone : Hear us, Architect divine !
Great Builder of thy church below! Now upon thy servants shine,
Who seek thy praise to show. 2 Earth is thine; her thousand hills
Thy mighty hand sustains; Heaven thy awful presence fills ;
O’er all thy glory reigns :
Yet the place of all prepared,
By regal David's favour'd son, Thy peculiar blessing shared,
And stood thy chosen throne.
A temple to the Lord;
His saying Name record;
Who once, in mortal weakness shrined, Sorrow'd, suffer'd, to redeem,
To rescue, all mankind. 4 Father, Son, and Spirit, send
The consecrating flame;
Inscribe the living Name:
Now write on this accepted stone;
Our temple make thy throne.
Those rapt'rous views of highest heaven,