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CCXXXVI. I long to behold him array'd

1 I long to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above,
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fixt his abode:
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God?

2 With him I on Sion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word,)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when on thy bosom reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heaven's in thee.

3 How happy the people, that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove:
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.

Text Information

• First Line: I long to behold him array'd
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Describing Heaven
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Tune: FUNERAL

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