1 O happy soul that lives on high!
While men lie grov'ling here,
His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings;
While grace and joy combine
To form a life, whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God,
His God in secret sees,
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
5 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill,
To meet that glorious day,
When Christ his promise shall fulfil
And call his soul away.
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First Line: | O happy soul that lives on high! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christian experience: The convert entertaining hope of pardon; and the happiness of the christian; The pleasures of a pure conscience |