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Up! yes, upward to thy gladness
Rise, my heart, and soul, and mind!
Cast, oh cast away thy sadness,
Rise where thou thy Lord canst find.
He is thy home,
And thy life alone is He;
Hath the world no place for thee,
With Him is room.
On, still onward, mounting nigher
On the wings of faith to Him!
On, still onward, ever higher,
Till the mournful earth grows dim!
God is thy Rock;
Christ thy Champion cannot fail thee,
Howsoe'er thy foes assail thee,
Fear not their shock.
Firm, yes firmly, ever cleaving
Unto Christ the strong and true,
All, yes all, to God still leaving,
For His love is daily new,
Be steadfast here;
Soon thy foes shall be o'erthrown,
Since He wills thy good alone,
Be of good cheer.
Hide thee, in His chamber hide thee,
Christ hath open'd now the door;
Tell Him all that doth betide thee,
All thy sorrows there outpour;
He hears thy cry;
Men may hate thee and deceive thee,
But He cannot, will not leave thee,
He still is nigh.
High, oh high, o'er all things earthy,
Raise thy thoughts, my soul, to heaven;
One alone of thee is worthy,
All thou hast to Him be given;
Thy Lord He is
Who so truly pleads to have thee,
Who in love hath died to save thee
Then thou art His.
Up then, upwards! seek thou only
For the things that are above;
Sin thou hatest, earth is lonely,
Rise to Him whom thou dost love,—
There art thou blest;
All things here must change and die,
Only with our Lord on high
Is perfect rest.
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8 7 8 7 4 7 7 4
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1699,1863
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