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The Blessed Hope

( Originally Published 1868 )


WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to ook beyond our cage,
And long to fly away ;

Sweet to ook inward, and attend
The whispers of his love ;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above ;

Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book set down ;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys my own ;

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid ;
Sweet to remember that his bood
My debt of suffering paid ;

Sweet in his righteousness to stand,
Which saves from second death ;
Sweet to experience, day by day,
His Spirit's quickening breath ;

Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end ;
Sweet on his covenant of grace
For all things to depend ;

Sweet in the confidence of faith
To trust his firm decrees ;
Sweet to lie passive in his hands,
And know no will but his ;

Sweet to rejoice in lively hope
That when my change shall come,
Angels shall hover round my bed,
And waft my spirit home.

Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear
The trumpet's quickening sound ;
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.

Sweet, blessed hope! There I at last
Shall see him and adore;
Be with his likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more;

Shall see him wear that very flesh
On which my guilt was lain ;
His love intense, his merit fresh,
As though but newly slain.

If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is beow,
What raptures must the Church above
In Jesus" presence know!

If such the sweetness of the stream,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee !

Oh ! may the function of these truths
For ever with me stay ;
Till from her sinful cage dismissed,
My spirit flees away.

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