How happy every child of grace
C. M.
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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:A country far from mortal sight,Yet, O, by faith I seeThe land of rest, the saints' delight,The heaven prepared for me.
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O, what a blessed hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day;We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with his glorious presence hereOur earthen vessels filled.
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O, would he all of heaven bestow!Then like our Lord we 'll rise;Our bodies, fully ransomed, goTo take the glorious prize.On him with rapture then I 'll gaze,Who bought the bliss for me,And shout and wonder at his grace,Through all eternity.