When strangers stand and hear me tell
Buckfield · L. M.
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When strangers stand and hear me tell,What beauties in my Savior dwell ;Where he is gone they fain would know,That they may seek and love him too ;
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O may my spirit daily riseOn wings of faith above the skies,Till I shall make my last remove,To dwell forever with my love.
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In paradise within the gates,An higher entertainment waits;Fruits new and old, laid up in store,There we shall feed—but want no more.
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Religion bears our spirits up,While we expect that blessed hope,The bright appearance of the Lord,And faith stands leaning on his word.
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Come, my beloved, haste away,Cut short the hours of thy delay;Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,Over the hills where spices grow.