Hymn 47 — Blest Lord, Thou spakest! 'twas Thy voice
| 47 | J. N. DARBY (1800-1882) | C.M. |
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Blest Lord, Thou spakest! 'twas Thy voice That led our hearts to Thee; That drew us to that better choice, Where grace has set us free. | |
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Thou wouldest that we should rejoice, And walk by faith below; Enough, that we have heard Thy voice, And learned Thy love's deep woe -- | |
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Thy glory, Lord: this living waste To us no rest can give; Our path is on with earnest haste, Lord, in Thy rest to live. | |
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Our happiness, O Lord, with Thee Is long laid up in store, For that blest day when Thee we'll see, And conflict will be o'er. | |
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Yes, love divine in Thee we know; The Father's glories soon Shall burst upon our ravished view, Thyself our joy and crown. | |
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Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art, O hope for ever blest! Thou'lt call us, in our heav'nly part, The Father's house, to rest. | |
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O rest ineffable, divine, the rest of God above, Where we shall ever see Thee shine, Our joy, eternal love! | |