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 | The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley |  |
CCXXIX. THE SAME.
Hymn 39.
[Oh! that the flaming chariot]
Oh! that the flaming chariot,
By grace peculiar given,
Might now descend,
And wrap my friend,
My friend, and me, to heaven!
Above this gloomy region,
This vale of sin and sadness,
We'd soar away
To endless day,
And everlasting gladness.
By grace peculiar given,
Might now descend,
And wrap my friend,
My friend, and me, to heaven!
Above this gloomy region,
This vale of sin and sadness,
We'd soar away
To endless day,
And everlasting gladness.
Head of Thy church triumphant,
We long to see Thy glory,
With joy to rise
Beyond the skies,
Where all Thy hosts adore Thee.
We look for Thy appearing
With vehement expectation,
And swell the groan
Which from Thine own
Runs through the whole creation.
We long to see Thy glory,
With joy to rise
Beyond the skies,
Where all Thy hosts adore Thee.
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With vehement expectation,
And swell the groan
Which from Thine own
Runs through the whole creation.
O might we now behold Thee
In radiant clouds descending,
Sublime upon
The great white throne,
With all Thy hosts attending!
Come in Thy glorious kingdom,
Thou worthy Judge eternal,
And seat us by
Thy side, to try
And doom the powers infernal.
In radiant clouds descending,
Sublime upon
The great white throne,
With all Thy hosts attending!
Come in Thy glorious kingdom,
Thou worthy Judge eternal,
And seat us by
Thy side, to try
And doom the powers infernal.
Oh! wouldst Thou now receive us,
The heirs of full salvation,
To our reward,
For us prepared,
Before the world's foundation.
Now, Lord, assign his mansion,
And crown to each believer,
And let us rest,
In Thee possess'd
Of joy that blooms for ever!
The heirs of full salvation,
To our reward,
For us prepared,
Before the world's foundation.
Now, Lord, assign his mansion,
And crown to each believer,
And let us rest,
In Thee possess'd
Of joy that blooms for ever!
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