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I sojourn in a vale of tears;
Alas ! how can I sing?
My harp doth on the willows hang,
Untun’d in ev’ry string.
O come, my dear, almighty Lord.
My sweetest, surest friend:
Come—for I loathe these Kedar tents,
Thy fi'ry chariots send.
What have I here? my thoughts and joys,
So long dispos’d to roam,
Are fixt, and I will follow them.
To my eternal home.
What have I in this barren land?
My Jesus is not here;
Mine eyes will ne’er be blest, until
My Jesus doth appear.
My Jesus is gone up to heaven,
To get a place for me;
For ’tis his will that where he is,
His followers should be.
Canaan I view from Pisgah's top:
Of Canaan’s grapes I taste;
My Lord, who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.
I have a God, that changeth not—
Why should I be perplex’d?
My God, who owns me in this world,
Will own me in the next.
Go fearless, then, my soul, with God,
Into another room:
Thou who hast walked with him here,
Go, see thy God at home.
My dearest friends, they dwell above;
Them will I go to see;
And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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GLASGOW
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| # 328 | F | | # 283 | F | | # 658 | G | | # 50 | G | | # 904 | G | | # 461 | No key |
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