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The Southern harmony, and musical companion

containing a choice collection of tunes, hymns, psalms, odes, and anthems

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[Oh when shall I see Jesus]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

1.

Oh when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And from the flowing fountain,
Drink everlasting love?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
And shall hear the trumpet sound in that morning.
Shout, O glory! for I shall mount above the skies,
When I hear the trumpet sound in that morning.

2.

But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before;
He's given me my orders,
And bids me ne'er give o'er;
His promises are faithful—
A righteous crown he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternally shall live.
Shout, &c.

3.

Through grace I feel determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly:
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them both adieu!
And O my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Shout, &c.

4.

Whene'er you meet with troubles
And trials on your way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armour
Of faith, and hope, and love,
And when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.
Shout, &c.

5.

Oh do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend.
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Shout, &c.