One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[All in the city, whose gates are gold] |
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[All in the city, whose gates are gold]
“In my flesh I shall see God.”
All in the city, whose gates are gold,
The saints walk softly, unshod,
And gather with Christ from the tree of life,
And drink of the river of God.
The saints walk softly, unshod,
And gather with Christ from the tree of life,
And drink of the river of God.
I shall see Him, my Lord, all-fair,
Even I, in the happy land;
I shall kiss the hem of His raiment there,
And it may be, touch His hand.
Even I, in the happy land;
I shall kiss the hem of His raiment there,
And it may be, touch His hand.
He is my God, and He is a Man,
And His lips do move in speech;
No words so holy since time began!
But we know not what they teach:
And His lips do move in speech;
No words so holy since time began!
But we know not what they teach:
Save that a Man of Sorrow no more,
He talketh of bliss unknown,
Till the heavens do laugh to their outmost shore,
And answers come from the throne.
He talketh of bliss unknown,
Till the heavens do laugh to their outmost shore,
And answers come from the throne.
We shall draw near Him, while none do let,
Nor any our access blame;
When close at His feet the saved are met,
He will know us all by name.
Nor any our access blame;
When close at His feet the saved are met,
He will know us all by name.
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