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HYMN XXXV.
PART VI.
[There with the virgin-choir she sits]
There with the virgin-choir she sits,
And Jesus her appeal admits
From man's unrighteous bar:
He kept her faithful unto death,
And with a never-fading wreath
Rewards His servant there.
And Jesus her appeal admits
From man's unrighteous bar:
He kept her faithful unto death,
And with a never-fading wreath
Rewards His servant there.
Go, envious fiend, and force her down;
Go, pluck the jewels from her crown,
And lessen her reward:
Pollute by thy opprobrious praise,
Or tear her from that blissful place,
Or part her from her Lord.
Go, pluck the jewels from her crown,
And lessen her reward:
Pollute by thy opprobrious praise,
Or tear her from that blissful place,
Or part her from her Lord.
The sacrilegious hope is vain
Her spotless purity to stain,
Her heavenly joy to' impair;
The saint whom erring saints disown
Shall smile on a superior throne,
And brighter glories wear.
Her spotless purity to stain,
Her heavenly joy to' impair;
The saint whom erring saints disown
Shall smile on a superior throne,
And brighter glories wear.
Yes, happy soul, so closely press'd,
On earth, in heaven, to Jesus' breast,
With Him thou reign'st above;
Beyond our censure, or our praise,
Enthroned where purest seraphs gaze,
In all the heights of love.
On earth, in heaven, to Jesus' breast,
With Him thou reign'st above;
Beyond our censure, or our praise,
Enthroned where purest seraphs gaze,
In all the heights of love.
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How far below thy dazzling sphere
Shall all thy blushing foes appear,
If finally forgiven!
O might thy censurers—and I—
Obtain the grace like thee to die,
And kiss thy feet in heaven.
Shall all thy blushing foes appear,
If finally forgiven!
O might thy censurers—and I—
Obtain the grace like thee to die,
And kiss thy feet in heaven.
Saviour, regard my vehement prayer,
Who only canst my loss repair,
And solid comfort send;
Send down Thy likeness from above,
And in that Spirit of meekest love
O give me back my friend.
Who only canst my loss repair,
And solid comfort send;
Send down Thy likeness from above,
And in that Spirit of meekest love
O give me back my friend.
I loved her for Thy sake alone;
For on her soul Thine image shone;
Ah! wouldst Thou, Lord, impress
The heavenly character on mine,
And fill my heart with peace Divine,
And joy and righteousness.
For on her soul Thine image shone;
Ah! wouldst Thou, Lord, impress
The heavenly character on mine,
And fill my heart with peace Divine,
And joy and righteousness.
O might I of Thy follower learn
The calm and genuine unconcern
For human praise or blame,
The patient faith, the even mind,
The love unconquerably kind,
The meekness of the Lamb!
The calm and genuine unconcern
For human praise or blame,
The patient faith, the even mind,
The love unconquerably kind,
The meekness of the Lamb!
I want—to love my foes like her,
Nor shrink from Satan's messenger,
Nor turn my face aside;
But silently enjoy the loss,
The shame, the wrong, and hug the cross
With Jesus crucified.
Nor shrink from Satan's messenger,
Nor turn my face aside;
But silently enjoy the loss,
The shame, the wrong, and hug the cross
With Jesus crucified.
I want (alas! Thou know'st my heart)
As safe, and sudden, to depart,
As meet Thy face to see;
I groan my happier friend to' o'ertake,
And give my gasping spirit back,
And die like her—and Thee.
As safe, and sudden, to depart,
As meet Thy face to see;
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And give my gasping spirit back,
And die like her—and Thee.
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