LXVII. 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 Hosannah 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 his 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 strove,
When his lovely face was hid;
With my friends to raise the song,
But it languish'd on my tongue;
Hallelujah.

7 Jesus now unveils his face,
Here I shout with 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: 1802
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