1. The glories of that heav'nly land
I've ofttimes felt before;
But what I feel is just a taste,
And makes me long for more,
And makes me long for more.
2. Had I the pinious of a dove,
I'd fly and be at rest;
Then would I go to Christ, my love,
And dwell among the blest,
And dwell among the blest.
3. But Patience bids us wait awhile!
The crown's for them that fight;
The prize for those that win the race
By faith, and not by sight,
By faith, and not by sight.
Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #938
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