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Oh, could we for one moment rise,
The bliss of saints to share,
Then we should see how great their joys
How bright their glories are.
Once they were mourning here below,
Mingling their toil with tears;
And wrestling hard, as we do now,
With sorrows and with fears.
Ask we from whence their victory came?
All, with united breath,
Ascribe their glory to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.
Ransomed from hell by him who died,
And by his Spirit taught,
Pardoned, adopted, sanctified,
A crown of life they sought.
Marking the path the Saviour trod,
Along that path they pressed;
And following their incarnate God,
They reached the promised rest.
Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given;
And these, his faithful witnesses,
Show the same road to heaven.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 6; Rev 7:9-17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1853 | # 411 |
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