Jesus is there
Haste, my dull soul arise—
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Haste, my dull soul arise—Shake off thy care;Press to thy native skies—Mighty in prayer.Christ, he has gone before,Count all thy sufferings o'er;He all thy burdens bore—Jesus is there.
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Souls for the marriage feast,Robed and prepared;—Holy must be such guests:Jesus is there!Saints, wear your victory palms,Chant your celestial psalms:Bride of the Lamb, thy charms,Oh! let me wear.
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Heaven's bliss is perfect, pure—Jesus is there!Heaven's bliss is ever sure—Thou art its heir.What makes its joys complete—What makes its hymns so sweet;There we our friends will greet—Jesus is there.