When strangers stand and hear me tell
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When strangers stand and hear me tellWhat beauties in my Saviour dwell,Where he is gone they fain would know,That they may seek and love him too.
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O may my spirit daily riseOn wings of faith above the skies,Till I shall make my last remove,To dwell forever with my love.
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In Paradise, within the gates,A higher entertainment waits,—Fruits new and old laid up in store,There we shall hunger nevermore.