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287 HYMNS.
And love and joy and triumph spread
Thro’ all th’ assemblies of the skies.
* He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture while they gaze ;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the foll’wers of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav’nly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our fkiih and warm desire f
€ Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal
Our int’rest in that blissful place;
’Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
287.
TAe Hope, of Heaven our Support under Trials
on Earth.
1 Y/V^HEN I can read my title clear
' ' To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev’ry fear.
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage.
And hellish darts be hurl’d.
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage.
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come.
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home.
My God, my heav’n, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not ^ wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
287 HYMNS.
And love and joy and triumph spread
Thro’ all th’ assemblies of the skies.
* He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture while they gaze ;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the foll’wers of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav’nly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our fkiih and warm desire f
€ Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal
Our int’rest in that blissful place;
’Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
287.
TAe Hope, of Heaven our Support under Trials
on Earth.
1 Y/V^HEN I can read my title clear
' ' To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev’ry fear.
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage.
And hellish darts be hurl’d.
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage.
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come.
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home.
My God, my heav’n, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not ^ wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Religion & morality > Collection of hymns, from the best authors > (220) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/137992811 |
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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