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O! the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds
the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away
Blessed angels sound his lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honors down
Submissive at His feet
And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away
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O THE DELIGHTS
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