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A Few more days on earth to spend.
And all my toils and cares shall end,
And I shall see my God and Friend,
And praise His name on high;
No more to sigh or shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear,
But God, and Christ,
and heav'n appear
Unto the raptured eye.
Then, O my soul, despond no more,
The storm of life will soon be o'er.
And I shall find the peaceful shore,
Of everlasting rest,
O happy day, O joyful hour!
When freed from earth
my soul shall tow'r
Beyond the reach of Satan's pow'r.
To be forever blest.
My soul anticipates the day;
I'll joyfully the call obey
Which comes to summon me away
To seats prepared above;
There I shall see my Saviour's face,
And dwell in his beloved embrace,
And taste the fullness of his grace,
And sing redeeming love.
Though dire afflictions
press me sore,
And death's dark billows roll before,
Yet still by faith I see the shore,
Beyond the rolling flood:
The banks of Canaan, sweet and fair,
Before my raptured eyes appear:
It makes me think I'm almost there,
In yonder bright abode.
To earthly cares I bid farewell,
And triumph over death and hell,
And go where saints
and angels dwell,
To praise the Eternal Three.
I'll join with those who're gone before,
Who sing and shout
their sufferings o'er,
Where pain and parting are no more,
To all eternity.
Adieu, ye scenes of noise and show,
And all this region here below,
Where naught but
disappointments grow
A better world's in view.
My Savior calls! I haste away,
I would not here for ever stay;
Hail! ye bright realms of endless day
Vain world, once more adieu!
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8 8 8 6 D
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THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE
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8 8 8 6 D
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