How happy every child of grace
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How happy every child of grace,Who knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place,I seek my place in heaven;
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A country far from mortal sight,Yet, O, by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saint's delight,The heaven prepared for me.
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O what a blessed hope is ours!While here on earth we stayWe more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day.
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We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with his glorious presence hereOur earthen vessels filled.
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On him with rapture I shall gaze,Who bought the bliss for me,And shout and wonder at his graceThrough all eternity.