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Christ, the Rock on which I build,
And my Saviour, ever liveth:
Should not he with joy be filled
Who the blessed truth believeth?
Though the night of death may bring
Some dark thoughts upon his wing.
Christ, my Saviour, dwells in bless,
Where I shall with joy redoubled
Know and see him as he is,
Why then should my heart be troubled?
Can the Head forsake the limb,
Nor the members draw to him?
By sweet hope’s endearing band
Closely to the Lord united,
Holding fast by faith’s strong hand
Him to whom my faith was plighted,
I may challenge death to sever
Links which thus are bound for ever.
I shall see him with the light
Of mine eyes, and not another’s
While the beatific sight
Kindles love beyond a brother’s,
Imperfection and decay
Shall from me be done away.
Here doth all creation groan,
There it shall rejoice with singing;
That which here is earthly sown,
Bright and heavenly there upspringing:
Here with frailty still allied,
Perfect there and glorified.
Then take Comfort, be right glad,
Christ his members safety keepeth;
Let not then your hearts be sad,
He shall wake the dust that sleepeth,
When the trumpet’s thrilling sound
Rings throughout the cleaving ground.
Smile at darkness and despair,
Death, and hell, and Satan scorning,
Christ shall meet you in the air
In the resurrection morning,
And shall grief and weakness cast
Underneath your feet at last.
Raise your hearts from things below,
Earth’s poor joys and hollow laughter:
That ye may be His e’en now
Whose ye hope to be hereafter,
Send your hearts to heaven before,
Where ye would be evermore.
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