 | Love's Last Labour Not Lost |  |
[Swift from earth (too glad to leave it!)]
Swift from earth (too glad to leave it!)
My enraptured spirit flies;
In Thy Bosom, Lord! receive it,
With a welcome to the skies.
My enraptured spirit flies;
In Thy Bosom, Lord! receive it,
With a welcome to the skies.
There to live with saints for ever
Under Thy celestial reign,
Where temptation, sorrow, never
Shall disturb its peace again.
Under Thy celestial reign,
Where temptation, sorrow, never
Shall disturb its peace again.
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