The book of sacred song . MODERN : ANONYMOUS. ^2j A one abiding city ! A kingdom full of joy !Where tears are ever banishd, And sorrow cant hast no need of moon-beam, Nor een of sunshine bright:God is Himself thy glory, The Lamb Himself thy light. Beside thy living waters, That pure and crystal river,The tree of life doth flourish, Which yields her fruit for all our yearnings centre, There we shall surely come;There see Gods face for ever, And serve Him in our home. THOU ART MY PORTION, O LORD l». HAVE a heritage of joy,That yet I must not see,The hand that bled to make i
The book of sacred song . MODERN : ANONYMOUS. ^2j A one abiding city ! A kingdom full of joy !Where tears are ever banishd, And sorrow cant hast no need of moon-beam, Nor een of sunshine bright:God is Himself thy glory, The Lamb Himself thy light. Beside thy living waters, That pure and crystal river,The tree of life doth flourish, Which yields her fruit for all our yearnings centre, There we shall surely come;There see Gods face for ever, And serve Him in our home. THOU ART MY PORTION, O LORD l». HAVE a heritage of joy,That yet I must not see,The hand that bled to make it mineIs keeping it for me. 3^6 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. I have a certainty of loveThat sets my heart at rest, A calm assurance for to-day,That to be thus is best. A prayer reposing on His truth,Who hath made all things mine, That draws my captive will to Him,And makes it one with Thine. My heart is resting, O my God, My heart is in Thy care;I hear the voice of joy and health Resounding everywhere. Thou art my portion, saith my soul- Amen sweet voices say ; The music of that glad AmenWill never die away. THAT WHERE I AM, YE MAY BE ALSO. OVE craves the presence and the sightOf all its well-beloved ;And therefore weep we in the homesWhence they are far removed ;
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