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WHAT WE SHALL BE DOTH NOT YET APPEAR
What we shall be doth not yet appear,
Nor can we conceive—till the day
When Time shall have clos'd his career,
And Death shall surrender his prey.
Then—to all who in Christ have repos'd
Shall the Scene preordain'd be disclos'd.
Nor can we conceive—till the day
When Time shall have clos'd his career,
And Death shall surrender his prey.
Then—to all who in Christ have repos'd
Shall the Scene preordain'd be disclos'd.
Those of every Age, from the first
To the last date of time, shall arise;
Shall spring, at his call, from the dust,
And pass to the new-spreading Skies,
There, like himself, shall they shine,
Bright Heirs of all his Glory divine!
To the last date of time, shall arise;
Shall spring, at his call, from the dust,
And pass to the new-spreading Skies,
There, like himself, shall they shine,
Bright Heirs of all his Glory divine!
Ineffable Anticipation!
Here the Believer may find
A Spirit of high animation,
Yet humble and meek and resign'd.
With such a prospect of joy,
What present pains can annoy?
Here the Believer may find
A Spirit of high animation,
Yet humble and meek and resign'd.
With such a prospect of joy,
What present pains can annoy?
Blest with a hope so sublime,
Though life be a pilgrimage here,
Let us seek, in our journey through time,
That “Love which casteth out fear.”
So shall our patience endure,
And so shall our triumph be sure.
Though life be a pilgrimage here,
Let us seek, in our journey through time,
That “Love which casteth out fear.”
So shall our patience endure,
And so shall our triumph be sure.
1814
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