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Isaac Watts - Hymn 162Isaac Watts - Hymn 162
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Meditation of heaven; or, The joy of faith. My thoughts surmount these lower skies, And look within the veil; There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail. There I behold, with sweet delight, The blessed Three in One; And strong affections fix my sight On God`s incarnate Son. His promise stands for ever firm, His grace shall ne`er depart; He binds my name upon his arm, And seals it on his heart. Light are the pains that nature brings; How short our sorrows are, When with eternal future things The present we compare! I would not be a stranger still To that celestial place, Where I for ever hope to dwell Near my Redeemer`s face.
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