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282 HYMNS.
Where solid pleasures never die.
And fruits immortal feast the, soul.
5 O for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our Almighty Father’s throne !
There sits our Saviour crown’d with light,
Cloth’d in a body like.pur own.
i Adoring saints around him; stand.
And thrones and pow’rs before him fall*
The God shines gracious thro’ the man.
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
5 O what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing.
And sit on ev’ry heav’nly hill.
And spread the triumphs of their King!
6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear
That I shall mount to dwell above.
And stand and bow amongst them there.
And view thy face, and sing, and love !
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Shall d« ' yS°Ul.
Leave dull mortality behind.
And fly beyond-the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns
In heav’n’s unmeasur’d space,
I’ll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.