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2 Behold the fair Jerusalem,
Illuminated by the Lamb,
In glory doth appear.

Fair Zion rising from the tombs,
To meet the Bridegroom-lo! he comes,
And hails the festive year.

3 My soul is striving to be there,
I long to rise and wing the air,
And trace the sacred road.
Adieu, adieu, all earthly things;
O that I had an angel's wings,
I'd quickly see my God.

4 Fly, lingering moments, fly, O fly,
I thirst, I pant, I long to try
Angelic joys to prove!

Soon shall I quit this house of clay,
Clap my glad wings and soar away,
And shout redeeming love.

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RISE and shine, O Zion fair,
Behold thy light is come,

Thy glorious conqu'ring King is near,

To take his exiles home:

The trumpet's thund'ring through the sky To set poor sinners free;

The day of wonders now is nigh,

The year of Jubilee.

2 Arise ye nations under ground, Before the Judge appear;

All tongues, all languages, shall come, Their final doom to hear.

King Jesus on his azure throne,

Ten thousand angels round,
While Gabriel with his silver trump,
Echoes the dreadful sound.

3 The glorious news of gospel grace
With sinners now is o'er;
The trump of Zion now is still,
And to be blown no more;
The watchmen have all left their walls,
And with their flocks above
On Canaan's happy shore they sing,
And shout redeeming love.

4 Come all ye pilgrims of the Lord,
Whose hearts are joined in one:
Hold up your heads with courage bold,
Your race is almost run;

Above the clouds behold him stand,
And smiling, bid you come;
Whilst angels beckon you away,
To your eternal home.

5 To see a pilgrim as he dies,
With glory in his view!

To heaven he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids the world adieu!

While friends stand weeping all around,

And loth to let him go,

He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below.

6 O Christians! are you ready now,
To cross the narrow flood?
On Canaan's happy shore behold,
And see a smiling God!

The dazzling charms of that bright world,
Attract my soul above;

My tongue shall shout redeeming grace,
When perfected in love.

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ERCY, O thou son of David,
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd;

Many by thy grace are saved,

O wilt thou vouchsafe thine aid!

2 Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Turn my darkness into day;

Straight he saw, and drawn by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

3 Now methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,

Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found.

4 O that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me;
Surely they would come unto him,
He would cause them all to see.

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ALL'D to a sense of duty,
I would obey the call

And for the sake of Jesus.
I freely give up all
My former vain enjoyments,
Of pleasure, pride and gain;
That I in Jesus' kingdom

A mansion may obtain.

2 Come, who will travel with me,
The way that leads to heaven,
And fellow none but Jesus.
The way which he hath given:
And take his word for counsel,
His spirit for a guide;
And make a full surrender
Of every thing beside 9

3 Come on, my precious brethren,
And travel on with me;
We'll seek for heav'nly treasure,
Until we find the sea
Of sweet unbounded riches,

Of life, and love, and peace:
Where beauty never withers,
And glories never cease.

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4 What though the world reproach us,
And say we're mean and poor;,
No matter what we suffer,
If we can reach the shore :
'T will make the glory sweeter,
And raise the praises higher;
And we shall be completer.
When purified by fira.

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LL hail the power of Jesus' name,
Let angels prostrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small:
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.

3 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.

4 O, that with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.

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TOP, poor sinner, stop and think
Before you farther go,

Can you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting wo?

Hell beneath is gaping wide,

Vengeance waits the dread command,

Soon to stop your sport and pride,

And sink you with the damn'd

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