Hymn 447 — Jesus, of Thee we ne'er would tire;
| 447 | MISS M. BOWLY (1813-1856) | C.M. |
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Jesus, of Thee we ne'er would tire; The new and living food Can satisfy the heart's desire Of those redeemed by blood. | |
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If such the happy midnight song Our prisoned spirits raise, What are the joys that cause, ere long, Eternal bursts of praise! | |
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To look within and see no stain, Abroad no curse to trace; To shed no tears, to feel no pain, But see Thee face to face; | |
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To find each hope of glory gained, Fulfilled each precious word; And fully all to have attained The image of our Lord. | |
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O may Thy Spirit help us still, In this bright hope, to be More subject to the Father's will, E'en now much more like Thee. | |