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LONGING FOR GLORY




Haste, that delightful, awful day,
When this, my soul, shall leave her clay—
Mount up and make her last remove,
And join the church of Christ above.


Vain world! what are thy toys to me?
’Tis Jesus whom I long to see:
I’d leave my friends, my life, my all,
And thus address this earthly hall :—


"Farewell! no more I tread your ground;
No more I need the gospel sound;
My feet have reach’d the heavenly shore—
I know no imperfection more.


"Let friends no more my suff'rings mouth,
Nor view my relics with concern:
O cease to drop the pitying tear—
I’ve past beyond the reach of fear.


"Thro’ tribulation, sharp and long,
I’m brought to join the sinless throng;
Glory to God for ev’ry woe,
And all the pain I felt below.


"All glory to the Lamb of God!
My robes are spotless thro' his blood:
’Tis thro’ his free and sov’reign grace
l now behold his blissful face."


Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
In glory infinite to reign;
To him be endless praises given,
By all on earth and all in heaven.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
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      Dates:
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 247
      MUSIC
      Name: ERNAN
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1850
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