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ALL THINGS ARE YOURS.
All that is pleasant to the eye,—
The earth with all her stores,
The glowing sun, the rainbow's dye,—
All present things are yours.
The earth with all her stores,
The glowing sun, the rainbow's dye,—
All present things are yours.
The throne where all the holy bow;
The mansions where they rest;
The sweet, refreshing gales that blow;
The raptures of the blest;
The mansions where they rest;
The sweet, refreshing gales that blow;
The raptures of the blest;
The harp, the robes, the diadem;
The never-fading flowers;
Heaven's shaded walks and living stream,—
All coming things are yours!
The never-fading flowers;
Heaven's shaded walks and living stream,—
All coming things are yours!
All things are yours, for Jesus dwells
Within your glowing heart;
And many a raptured feeling tells,
He never will depart.
Within your glowing heart;
And many a raptured feeling tells,
He never will depart.
All things are yours, and Christ is God's!
Tho' grief your day obscures,
Soon you shall see heaven's bright abode,
And know that all is yours!
Tho' grief your day obscures,
Soon you shall see heaven's bright abode,
And know that all is yours!
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