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1 Tell me not my lot is sadness,
Now I’ve gained this state so bright;
Ev’ry thought is filled with gladness,
Life is now one scene of light.
Joy is teeming, joy is teeming without measure,
Sweetly in my throbbing heart;
Seal, oh, seal the heav’nly treasure,
Let it never from me part.
2 Calmly are the moments flying,
Free from every care and fear;
Precious Jesus, when I’m dying,
Let me feel thee then as near. [Refrain]
3 Free from every earthly billow,
Now my weary head may rest;
Let me make my latest pillow,
On my dear Redeemer’s breast. [Refrain]Source: Songs of Love and Praise No. 4 #160