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How true it is not heart may
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| 1. | How true it is not heart may |
| | comprehend |
| | The glory God prepareth for His own, |
| | And what will happen when this age |
| | shall end; |
| | But yet in vision Jesus hath made |
| | known |
| | How fair and holy shall the Church |
| | descend, |
| | Lit up with light of precious jasper |
| | stone. |
| 2. | And He shall make His Church all |
| | heavenly fair, |
| | With gold and pearls, and every radiant |
| | stone, |
| | And reign in holiness and glory there, |
| | And shine as suns and stars have never |
| | shone; |
| | And He shall lead His Bride, His joy |
| | and care, |
| | With blissful singing to His Father's |
| | throne. |
| 3. | And then the blest communion shall |
| | have come, |
| | Of God's dear children meeting from |
| | afar; |
| | Within His burning love they blend as |
| | one, |
| | Yet each, according as His counsels |
| | are, |
| | Shall have peculiar glory of his own, |
| | As on star differeth from another star. |
| 4. | And God is all in all in that great day, |
| | And He is their exceeding great |
| | Reward; |
| | Their stream of life, their beautiful |
| | array, |
| | Their food, their joy, their radiance, |
| | Christ the Lord; |
| | The music of their wondrous song shall |
| | say, |
| | How great the joy that passeth thought |
| | or word. |
| 5. | And this is that eternal life of heaven, |
| | Laid up with Christ in God, the |
| | mystery |
| | Of resurrection life which He hath |
| | given: |
| | A fount of living waters full and free; |
| | A life by which the gates of death are |
| | riven, |
| | A life which on the throne of Christ |
| | shall be. |
| 6. | And here in this waste wilderness |
| | began, |
| | So soon as we believe in Christ aright, |
| | And quickened by the Spirit of the Son, |
| | Receive Him as our only life and light, |
| | As all the branches in the vine are one, |
| | So we are one forever in His sight. |
| 7. | Now come, Lord Jesus, quickly from |
| | above, |
| | Do Thou sustain us on the desert road, |
| | And draw us after Thee by might of |
| | love, |
| | Our Fatherland art Thou, O love of |
| | God; |
| | Once safe in Thee, no more shall we |
| | remove, |
| | O Thou our everlasting sure abode. |