A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#CX

CX. O joyful sound of gospel-grace

1 O joyful sound of gospel-grace,
Christ shall in me appear!
I, even I, shall see his face;
I shall be holy here.

2 The glorious crown of righteousness,
To me reach'd out I view;
Conqu'ror through him, I soon shall seize
And wear it as my due.

3 The promised land from Pisgah’s top,
I now exult to see;
My hope is full (O glorious hope)
Of immortality.

4 He visits now the house of clay;
He shakes his future home;
O would'st thou, Lord, on this glad day,
Into thy temple come.

5 With me, I know, I feel thou art,
But this cannot suffice,
Unless thou plantest in my heart
A constant paradise.

6 My earth thou wat'rest from on high,
But make it all a pool:
Spring up, O well, I ever cry,
Spring up within my soul.

7 Come, O my God, thyself reveal!
Fill all this mighty void:
Thou only canst my spirit fill;
Come, O my God, my God!

8 Fulfil, fulfil my large desires,
Large as infinity!
Give, give me all my soul requires,
All, all that is in thee!

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• First Line: O joyful sound of gospel-grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Petition

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