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1. Earth, with all its dark and dreadful ills, Recedes and fades away; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, Ye gates of death, give way! 2. My soul is full of whispered song; My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are all alive with light. 3. The while my pulses faintly beat, My faith doth so abound; I feel grow firm beneath my feet The green immortal ground. 4. That faith to me a courage gives, Low as the grave to go; I know that my Redeemer lives— That I shall live, I know. 5. The palace walls I almost see Where dwells my Lord and king; O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? | The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #886 (1873) The Cyber Hymnal #1304 |