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HYMN XI. ON THE DEATH OF E. B., OF KINGSWOOD.
Rejoice, ye sons of light,
Over a saint deceased!
The happy soul hath took its flight,
And enter'd into rest.
Toss'd to and fro no more
On life's tempestuous sea,
The happy soul hath reach'd the shore
Of calm eternity.
Over a saint deceased!
The happy soul hath took its flight,
And enter'd into rest.
Toss'd to and fro no more
On life's tempestuous sea,
The happy soul hath reach'd the shore
Of calm eternity.
She at the welcome word
Is out of prison fled,
Released from her oppressive lord,
And free among the dead:
The bloody husband's power
Did with her breath expire,
And, lo! she lives to die no more
Amidst yon angel choir.
Is out of prison fled,
Released from her oppressive lord,
And free among the dead:
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Did with her breath expire,
And, lo! she lives to die no more
Amidst yon angel choir.
The spirits of the just
Made perfect here in love,
With these, and all the heavenly host,
She finds her place above;
One with the saints in light,
The witnesses of God,
She wash'd her robes and made them white
In the Redeemer's blood.
Made perfect here in love,
With these, and all the heavenly host,
She finds her place above;
One with the saints in light,
The witnesses of God,
She wash'd her robes and made them white
In the Redeemer's blood.
Her soul was cleansed below,
And saved from sin's remains,
Whiter on earth than Salmon's snow,
She now with Jesus reigns;
Long in the furnace tried,
Long in the vale distress'd,
The Lamb at last hath call'd His bride
Up to the marriage feast.
And saved from sin's remains,
Whiter on earth than Salmon's snow,
She now with Jesus reigns;
Long in the furnace tried,
Long in the vale distress'd,
The Lamb at last hath call'd His bride
Up to the marriage feast.
With steadfast faith and hope
Let us her steps pursue,
Cheerful, like her, the cross take up,
Like her the world break through;
Like her our faith approve,
And patiently endure,
And make, by all the works of love,
Our heavenly calling sure.
Let us her steps pursue,
Cheerful, like her, the cross take up,
Like her the world break through;
Like her our faith approve,
And patiently endure,
And make, by all the works of love,
Our heavenly calling sure.
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