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HYMN III.
[And is He removed]
And is He removed,
Our Master beloved,
Our heavenly Lord,
Is Jesus again to His heaven restored?
He is gone, He is gone
To His dearly bought throne;
Vanish'd out of our sight
To His mansion of pure inaccessible light.
Our Master beloved,
Our heavenly Lord,
Is Jesus again to His heaven restored?
He is gone, He is gone
To His dearly bought throne;
Vanish'd out of our sight
To His mansion of pure inaccessible light.
Yet still we all share
His happiness there,
The valley pass through,
And our Lord to His heaven of heavens pursue;
In assurance of hope
The members mount up,
Where Jesus hath led
We follow, and reign with our glorified Head.
His happiness there,
The valley pass through,
And our Lord to His heaven of heavens pursue;
In assurance of hope
The members mount up,
Where Jesus hath led
We follow, and reign with our glorified Head.
Our heart is above,
Our treasure and love
Laid up in the sky,
And thither in all our affections we fly:
No longer inclined
To the flesh-pots behind,
The world we forego,
Not a wish, or a passion shall wander below.
Our treasure and love
Laid up in the sky,
And thither in all our affections we fly:
No longer inclined
To the flesh-pots behind,
The world we forego,
Not a wish, or a passion shall wander below.
Our spirit is flown
To Jesus's throne,
Our bodies are here,
But wait when our Lord in the clouds shall appear.
In the clouds He shall come
And take His bride home,
To His banquet above,
To His heavenly fulness of glory and love.
To Jesus's throne,
Our bodies are here,
But wait when our Lord in the clouds shall appear.
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And take His bride home,
To His banquet above,
To His heavenly fulness of glory and love.
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