The glories of that heavenly land
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The glories of that heavenly landI've ofttimes felt before;But what I feel is just a taste,And makes me long for more.
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Had I the pinions of a dove,I 'd fly and be at rest;Then would I go to Christ, my love,And dwell among the blest.
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O! could I reach my heavenly home,And ne'er return again;I would not think the seasons longThat I should suffer pain.
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But Patience bids us wait awhile!The crown 's for them that fight;The prize for those that win the raceBy faith, and not by sight.
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Through faith we look to yonder prize,Laid up in heaven above;Says Hope, "It shortly shall be mine,""I 'll wear it soon," says Love.