XC. A dying Saint's View of Heaven

1 Why was unbelieving i,
Trembling, so afraid to die?
Now my Feet in safety stand,
here within the promis'd Land.
Hallelujah!

2 O what wond'rous Grace is here!
Now I'm safe from ev'ry Fear;
Sin and Doubts are ever gone,
Sighing shall no more be known.
Hallelujah!

3 Henceforth neither Grief nor Pain,
Here successive Pleasures reign;
All Things our Hosannas raise,
O the Glories of this Place!
Hallelujah!

4 O ye perfect happy Ones,
Let me try to join your Tunes!
Come, let us exalt the lamb,
Singing ever to his Name.
Hallelujah!

5 He our full Redemption wrought,
He for us this Glory bought;
From the Earth he calls us Home,
To our Father's House we're come.
Hallelujah!

6 Oft in Kedar's Tents I try'd,
When his lovely FAce was hid,
With my Friends to raise this Song:
But it languish'd on my Tongue.
Hallelujah!

7 Jesus now unveils his Face;
Here I shout of sov'reign Grace;
Fill'd with Love, incessant cry
To his Praise in Raptures high.
Hallelujah!

8 O my drooping Friends below,
Did you half this Glory know,
Daily would ye stretch the wing
Here to fly, and thus to sing.
Hallelujah!

Text Information
First Line: Why was unbelieving I
Title: A dying Saint's View of Heaven
Language: English
Publication Date: 1774
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Suggestions or corrections? Contact us