1 Happy soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go.
2 Waiting to receive thy Spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest:
4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain,
Die, to live the life of glory,
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
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First Line: | Happy soul, thy days are ended |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Suffering |