(Wesley) |
I know that my Redeemer lives, |
And ever prays for me; |
A token of His love He gives, |
A pledge of liberty. |
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I find him lifting up my head, |
He brings salvation near, |
His presence makes me free indeed, |
And He will soon appear. |
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He wills that I should holy be, |
What can withstand His will? |
The counsel of His grace in me |
He surely shall fulfill. |
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Jesus, I hang upon Thy Word; |
I steadfastly believe |
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord |
And to Thyself receive, |
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Joyful in hope, my spirit soars |
To meet Thee from above, |
Thy goodness thankfully adores; |
And sure I taste Thy love. |
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Thy love I soon expect to find, |
In all its depth and height; |
To comprehend the eternal mind, |
And grasp the Infinite. |
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When God is Mine and I am His, |
Of paradise possessed, |
I taste unutterable bliss, |
And everlasting rest. |
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The bliss of those that fully dwell, |
Fully in Thee believe, |
’Tis more than angel tongues can tell, |
Or angel minds conceive. |
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Thou only knowst, Who didst obtain, |
And die to make it known; |
The great salvation now explain, |
And perfect us in one! |