I long to behold him arrayed
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I long to behold him arrayedWith glory and light from above;The King in his beauty displayed,His beauty of holiest love:I languish, and sigh to be there,Where Jesus hath fixed his abode;O, when shall we meet in the air,And fly to the mountain of God?
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With him, I on Zion shall stand,For Jesus has spoken the word;The breadth of Immanuel's land,Survey, by the side of my Lord.But when, on thy bosom reclined,Thy face I am strengthened to see,My fullness of rapture I find,My heaven of heavens, in thee.
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How happy the people whose homeIs found in the city of God!As pilgrims no more they shall roam,Nor travel a dangerous road.Physician divine, unto meThy soul-healing blessing now give,And keep me while waiting for thee,And then to that city receive.