As through this changing world we roam
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As through this changing world we roam,From infancy to age,Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,His rest at every stage;Thither his raptured thoughts ascend,Eternal joys to share;There his adoring spirit bends,While here he kneels in prayer.
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From earth his freed affections riseTo fix on things above,Where all his hope of glory lies,And love is perfect love;Ah! there may we our treasure place,There let our hearts be found,That still where sin abounded, graceMay more and more abound.