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When now at last the hour is come,
That I have long'd for many a time,
When God with joy should call me home
From this strange land, this wintry clime;
Thy victim, Death, escapes no more,
The hour draws on when I shall be
From all the bonds of earth set free,
And life's long battle shall be o'er.
To combat for His glory here
The Father sent me forth;—and lo!
The hour of victory draws near,
And conquer'd now is every foe;
And I have borne me in the strife
As true and fearless warriors ought,
And bravely to the last have fought
Through all the wars and woes of life.
My cry, when rough the march and dark,
Was, watch and strive till thou hast won,
Press forward fearless to the mark!
As now, thank God, at last I've done.
Now it is o'er, I cannot miss;
Through every danger to the death
True to my Lord I've kept the faith,
And freely risk'd all else for this.
It lacketh now a few short hours,
And I am in eternity;
The wreath of fadeless heavenly flowers
Is twined already there for me,
The crown is waiting for me there,
Until the fight is wholly fought,
And all my soul is thither caught,
Where shining palms the conquerors bear.
But when that morning shall appear,
When our great judge, the Son of God,
Shall give to those who loved Him here
Their gracious undeserved reward,
Then in the glorious halls above,
I too among that host shall stand,
And take from His all-faithful hand
The crown of righteousness and love.
Nor shall I yonder stand alone,
I see the crowned host appear,
The mighty host before His throne,
Who shine for ever pure and clear,
The souls of those, who on their way
Still hour by hour were longing here,
With burning love, and many a tear,
To see the glories of His Day.
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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1676,1863
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