45. This life's a dream, an empty show

This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Savior's image rise.

Text Information
First Line: This life's a dream, an empty show
Meter: L. M.
Publication Date: 1821
Tune Information
Name: NEW JERUSALEM
Meter: L. M.
Incipit: 15654 32165
Key: D Major



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