1 Where the saints in glory thronging,
Where they feed on life's blest three--
There is stilled each earnest longing,
Satisfied our souls shall be.
2 Safet--where no foe approaches;
Rest--where toil shall be no more;
Joy--whereon no grief encroaches;
Peace--where strife shall all be o'er.
3 Where deceive ne'er can enter,
Sin-soiled feet have never trod;
Free--our peaceful feet may venture
In the paradise of God.
4 Drink of life's perennial river,
Feed on life's perennial food,
Christ, the fruit of life, and giver--
Safe through His redeeming blood.
5 Object of eternal pleasure,
Perfect in Thy work divine!
Lord of glory! without measure
Worship, joy and praise are Thine.
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| First Line: | Where the saints in glory thronging |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1987 |