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Sweet to rejoice in lively hope.
That when my change shall come;
Angels shall hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.
There shall my dis-embodied soul
View Jesus and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more—
Shall see him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.
Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound ;
And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.
These eyes shall see him in that day,
The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to thee?
If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the church above
In Jesu's presence know!
O may the unction of these truths
Forever with me stay;
Till, from her sinful cage dismissed,
My spirit flies away.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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JACKSON (BYZANTIUM)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1780
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| # 475 | C | | # 100 | D | | # 404 | D | | # 34 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 382 | D | | # 125 | D |
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