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On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise,
View thine inheritance beyond the skies;
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
'What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell:
Here my Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O’er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
No gnawing grief no sad, heart reading pain,
In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow there, no soul tormenting fear,
For God’s own band shall wipe the falling tear,
Here my Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O’er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
No rising sun his needless beams displays,
No sickly moon emits her feeble rays;
The Godhead here celestial glory sheds,
Th’ exalted Lamb eternal radiance spreads:
Here my Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O’er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
One distant glimpse my eager passion tires!
Jesus, to thee my longing soul aspires!
When shall I at my heavenly home arrive,
When leave this earth, and when begin to live?
Here my Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O’er sin, and death, and hell, he reigns victorious.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 r 12 12
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 22:1-5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 339 |
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