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CLXXXV. Hosannah to Jesus on high!

1 Hosannah to Jesus on high!
Another has enter'd his rest,
Another is 'scap'd to the sky,
And lodg'd in Immanuel's breast:
The soul of our sister is gone,
To heighten the triumph above,
Exalted to Jesus's throne,
And clasp'd in the arms of his love.

2 What fulness of rapture is there,
While Jesus his glory displays,
And purples the heavenly air,
And scatters the odours of grace!
He looks - and his servants in light
The blessing ineffable meet:
He smiles, and they faint at his sight,
And fall overwhelm'd at his feet.

3 How happy the angels that fall,
Transported at Jesus's name;
The saints whom he soonest shall call,
To share in the feast of the Lamb!
No longer imprison'd in clay,
Who next from this dungeon shall fly,
Who first shall be summon'd away —
Be merciful God - Is it I?

4 O Jesus, if this be thy will,
That suddenly I should depart,
Thy counsel of mercy reveal,
And whisper the call to my heart:
O give me a signal to know,
If soon thou wouldst have me remove,
And leave the dull body below,
And fly to the regions of love.

Text Information

• First Line: Hosannah to Jesus on high!
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Funeral
• Notes: Tune: SION (Text for first part from copy in Evans, 1639-1800, Evans Digital Edition)

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