1 God of all consolation, take
The glory of thy grace;
Thy gifts to thee we render back
In ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Not unto us, but thee, O LORD,
Glory to thee be giv'n,
For ev'ry gracious thought and word,
That brought us nearer Heav'n.
3 Our souls are in his mighty hand,
And He will keep them still;
And you and I shall surely stand
With Him on Zion's hill.
4 Him eye to eye we there shall see,
Our face, like his, shall shine;
O what a glorious company,
When saints and angels join!
5 O what a joyful meeting there,
In robes of white array'd;
Palms in our hands we all shall bear,
And crowns upon our head!
6 Then let us earnestly contend,
And fight our passage thro';
Bear in our faithful mind the end,
And keep the prize in view.
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First Line: | God of all consolation, take |
Title: | The Christian's Expectation |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | After Sermon |
Source: | The Coll. |