Hymn 213 — In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
| 213 | J. G. DECK (1807-1884) | 10.10.10.10. |
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In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes, Waiting to see the glorious Sun arise; How bright, how gladsome will His advent be When He shines forth in radiant majesty! | |
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How will our eyes to see His face delight, Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night! How will our ears drink in His well-known voice, Whose faintest whisper makes our souls rejoice! | |
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No stain within, no foes or snares around; No jarring notes shall there discordant sound; All pure without, all pure within the breast; No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest. | |
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If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love Lift our poor hearts this weary world above: If even here the taste of heav'nly springs So cheers the spirit that the pilgrim sings:-- | |
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What will the sunshine of His glory prove! What the unmingled fulness of His love! What hallelujahs will His presence raise! What but one loud eternal burst of praise! | |