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[How I love the gates of Zion]
How I love the gates of Zion
Morn and eve to enter in,
With the Gospel to rely on
As a pardon for my sin.
Morn and eve to enter in,
With the Gospel to rely on
As a pardon for my sin.
How I lean on every sentence,
As it falls upon my ear,
Promising of true repentance
Pitying Heaven my vows will hear.
As it falls upon my ear,
Promising of true repentance
Pitying Heaven my vows will hear.
See, in silent adoration
Rich and poor together kneel,
Hark! what hymns of jubilation
From the full-toned organ peal.
Rich and poor together kneel,
Hark! what hymns of jubilation
From the full-toned organ peal.
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Every voice the chorus swelling!
Every eye uplifted, fired!
Every tongue of mercies telling!
Every bosom rapt, inspired!
Every eye uplifted, fired!
Every tongue of mercies telling!
Every bosom rapt, inspired!
Well may ye exalt your voices,
Heirs of glory! chosen sons!
Every ransomed saint rejoices
As his Christian course he runs.
Heirs of glory! chosen sons!
Every ransomed saint rejoices
As his Christian course he runs.
Pain and sorrow cannot move him,
Pressing on to his reward;
Death's dark terrors only prove him
Looking, longing for his Lord.
Pressing on to his reward;
Death's dark terrors only prove him
Looking, longing for his Lord.
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