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[Happy saint, so quickly driven]
He...saw...Jesus standing on the right hand, &c.
—vii. 55.
Happy saint, so quickly driven
From the flesh by violent pain,
Here enjoy the sight of heaven,
Here behold the Son of Man,
Jesus waiting
To receive thy soul again!
From the flesh by violent pain,
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Here behold the Son of Man,
Jesus waiting
To receive thy soul again!
Lo, He stands with arms extended,
(Risen from His dazzling throne,)
Sees His servant's warfare ended,
Sends His flaming chariot down,
Smiles triumphant,
Reaches out the palm and crown!
(Risen from His dazzling throne,)
Sees His servant's warfare ended,
Sends His flaming chariot down,
Smiles triumphant,
Reaches out the palm and crown!
Every confessor and servant
Who of Jesus testifies,
Faithful unto death and fervent,
Shall obtain the victor's prize;
See his Saviour
Grasp Him through the opening skies.
Who of Jesus testifies,
Faithful unto death and fervent,
Shall obtain the victor's prize;
See his Saviour
Grasp Him through the opening skies.
If Thou call even us to' inherit
Joys for martyr'd saints prepared,
Thou wilt fill us with Thy Spirit
Pledge of that supreme reward;
Sinking, dying,
We shall view our heavenly Lord.
Joys for martyr'd saints prepared,
Thou wilt fill us with Thy Spirit
Pledge of that supreme reward;
Sinking, dying,
We shall view our heavenly Lord.
Thou wilt set Thyself before us,
Standing in the holiest place,
God omnipotently glorious
We shall on Thy brightness gaze,
Gaze triumphant
On Thy beatific face.
Standing in the holiest place,
God omnipotently glorious
We shall on Thy brightness gaze,
Gaze triumphant
On Thy beatific face.
Jesus, to our supplication
In that final hour attend,
To the God of our salvation
While our spirits we commend;
Then receive us,
Crown'd with bliss which ne'er shall end!
In that final hour attend,
To the God of our salvation
While our spirits we commend;
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Crown'd with bliss which ne'er shall end!
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