Hymn 424 — O Lord, how long ere we shall see
| 424 | MISS J. WICKENS | L.M. |
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O Lord, how long ere we shall see The night before Thy shining flee? With hearts subdued we wait the dawn Of God's eternal, tearless morn. | |
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We hail that hour when, freed from thrall -- The bondage caused by Adam's fall -- With glorious bodies like Thine own, We'll meet for ever round Thy throne. | |
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Past death, past sin with all its woes, O'erthrown for ever all our foes; Hope lifts our hearts to that blest day, And takes from death its sting away. | |
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Thy servants die: O grant it, Lord, That we, who have their teaching stored Within our hearts, may now step forth To fill the ranks with heav'nly worth. | |
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Grant unto us who still remain To walk before Thee without stain, To serve Thy church with faithful love, Until we too are called above. | |