1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust and rise on high:
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
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First Line: | When God is nigh, my faith is strong |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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Notes: | Part 3 |