XVIII | Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians#XIX | XX |
1 Blest door of bliss to weary saints,
Thou art, grim Death, become;
Secur'd as in a cabinet,
Their dust is in the tomb.
2 By death they enter to those joys,
Prepar'd for them above;
There they are ever swallow'd up
In endless life and love.
3 Lo! there they see as they are seen,
With clear unclouded views:
And here they hear of nothing else
But joyful glorious news.
4 Anthem of joy and praise are there,
With hallelujahs sung:
Who would be fond of this vain world,
This dross, this dirt, this dung?
5 The saints forever do behold
Their dearest Jesus' face;
There always they admiring are
Eternal, boundless grace.
6 They're in the house not made with hands,
In heaven eternally
They dwell, and with the rays of Christ
They shine most gloriously.
7 They're freed from labor, sorrow, sin,
From cumbrance, peril, pain;
Then we shall find whate'er we did
For Christ was not in vain.
8 Now heaven's work is here begun,
The work of singing praise--
The work and will of God in Christ,
Which there shall last always.
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First Line: | Blest door of bliss to weary saints |
Title: | The peace of a young Christian's life and death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1802 |