Desire to see Jesus
From every earthly pleasure
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From every earthly pleasure,From every transient joy,From every mortal treasure,That soon will fade and die;No longer these desiring,Upwards our wishes tend,To nobler bliss aspiring,And joys that never end.
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From every piercing sorrow,That leaves our breast to-dayOr threatens us to-morrow,Hope turns our eyes away,On wings of faith ascending,We see the land of light,And feel our sorrows ending,In infinite delight.
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'Tis true, we are but strangers,We sojourn here below;And countless snares and dangersSurround the path we go;Though painful and distressing,Yet there's a rest above;And onward still we're pressing,To reach that land of love.