I would not live alway, I ask not to stay
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I would not live alway, I ask not to stayWhere storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;The few lurid mornings that dawn on us hereAre enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.I would not live alway; no; welcome the tomb,Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom;There sweet be my rest till he bid me ariseTo hail him in triumph descending the skies.
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Who, who would live always, away from his God,Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?There saints of all ages in harmony meet;Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;There anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.