Haste, my dull soul, arise
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Haste, my dull soul, arise,Shake off thy care;Press to thy native skies,Mighty in prayer.Christ, he has gone before,Count all thy sufferings o'er;He all thy burdens bore;Jesus is there!
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Souls for the marriage feastRobe and prepare;Holy must be such guests;Jesus is there!Saints, wear your victor palms,Chant your celestial psalms:Bride of the Lamb, thy charms,O let me wear!
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Heaven's bliss is perfect, pure;Jesus is there!Heaven's bliss is ever sure;Thou art its heir.What makes its joys complete?What makes its hymns so sweet?—There we our friends shall greet:Jesus is there.