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E ST. VIII.] HYMNS.
'That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke.
.Absent from flesh ! then rise my soul
'Where feet nor wings could never climb,
i. Beyond the heav’ns, where planets roll,
M cashing the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
j His presence makes eternal day,
! My all that’s mortal I resign,
i i For angels wait and point my way.
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i The Blessedness of departed 'Believers.
f TN vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
! The glories that surround the saints
When yielding up their breath.
J One gentle sigh their fetters breaks :
We scarce can say, “ They’re gone !”
k Before the willing spirit takes
V Her mansion near the throne.
Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
* To trace her in her flight:
r No eye can pierce within the vail
Which hides that world of light,
it Thus much (and this is all) we know.
They are completely bless'd ;
j: Have done with sin, and care, and woe.
And with their Saviour rest.
!5 On harps of gold they praise his name.
His face they always view;
f Then let us foll’wers be of them,
That we may praise him too.
|6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal,
Should make tfyeir mem’ry dear:
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