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REJOICING.
2 Eternal life ! how will it reign,
When mounting from this breathless clod
The soul discharged from sin and pain,
Ascends t’ enjoy its Father, God !
3 Eternal life ! how will it bloom
In beauty on that blissful day,
When, rescued from th’ imprisoning tomb
Glory invests our rising clay,
4 Eternal life I O how refined
The joy, the triumph how divine !
When saints in body and in mind
Shall in the Saviour’s image shine !
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The beatific sight of Christ.
1 CROM thee, my God, my joys shall rise,
I And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Eeave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven’s unmeasured space,
I’ll spend a long eternity,
In pleasure and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wandering eyes
Shall o’er thy beauties rove,
And endless ages I’ll adore
The glories of thy love.
6 Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring,
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