Text: | Oh, when shall we sweetly remove |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Oh, when shall we sweetly remove,
Oh, when shall we enter our rest,--
Return to the Zion above,
The mother of spirits distressed;--
That city of God the great King,
Where sorrow and death are no more,
Where saints our Immanuel sing,
And cherub and seraph adore?
2 But angels themselves can not tell
The joys of that holiest place,
Where Jesus is pleased to reveal
The light of his heavenly face:
When, caught in the rapturous flame,
The sight beatific they prove,
And walk in the light of the Lamb,
Enjoying the beams of his love.
3 Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer
We long thy appearing to see,
Resigned to the burden we bear,
But longing to triumph with thee;
'Tis good at thy word to be here;
'Tis better in thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share in thy throne.
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First Line: | Oh, when shall we sweetly remove |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | 8s (Double) |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Heaven; Desiring to be with Christ |