Hymn 56 — O Lord, how blest our journey,
| 56 | MISS M. BOWLY (1813-1856) | 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6. |
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O Lord, how blest our journey, Though here on earth we roam, Who in the Father's favour Now find our spirits' home: For where Thou now art sitting By faith we've found repose, Free to look up to heaven, Since our blest Head arose. | |
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In spirit there already, Soon we ourselves shall be In soul and body perfect, All glorified, with Thee. Thy Father's love sustains us Along the pilgrim way; Thy Father's house, the dwelling Made ready for that day. | |
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The Comforter, now present, Assures us of Thy love; He is the blessed Earnest Of glory there above; The river of God's pleasure Is what sustains us now, Till Thy new Name's imprinted On every sinless brow. | |
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Lord, we await Thy glory; We have no home but there, Where all Thine own together Thy joy with Thee shall share. No place can fully please us Where Thou, O Lord, art not; In Thee, and with Thee, ever Is found, by grace, our lot. | |