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How happy's every child of grace,
That feels his sins forgiven!
"This earth" he cries, "is not my place,
I seek a place in heaven;"
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet oh! by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saint's delight,
A heav'n prepared for me.
O what a blessed hope is ours,
While here on earth we stay!
We more than taste the heav'nly pow'rs,
And antedate that day;
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed;
And with His glor'ous presence here
Our longing hearts are filled.
When He shall more of heav'n bestow,
And bid my soul remove,
And let my trembling spirit go,
To meet the God I love,
With rapt'ous awe on Him I'll gaze,
Who died to set me free,
And sing and shout redeeming grace
In vast eternity,
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