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How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymnal, Official Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church, Methodist Episcopal Church South, Methodist Protestant Church #522 (1935) Languages: English
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How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.) #664 (1842) Languages: English
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How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven

Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-1788 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship #713 (1875) Languages: English
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How Happy Every Child of Grace

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2577 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place, I seek my place in Heaven— A country far from mortal sight, Which yet by faith I see, The land of rest, the saints’ delight, The heaven prepared for me. 2. O what a blessèd hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heavenly powers, And antedate that day. We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ concealed, And with His glorious presence here Our earthen vessels filled. 3. O would He more of heaven bestow, And let the vessels break, And let our ransomed spirits go To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on Him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me; And shout and wonder at His grace Through all eternity! Languages: English Tune Title: HOLMFIRTH
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How Happy Every Child of Grace

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Funeral Hymns #2 (1759) Meter: 8.6.8.6.8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How happy every child of graceWho knows his sins forgiven!This earth, he cries, is not my place,I seek my place in heaven:A country far from mortal sight;Yet, O! By faith I seeThe land of rest, the saints’ delight,The heaven prepar’d for me.2 A stranger in the world below,I calmly sojourn here,Nor can its happiness or woeProvoke my hope or fear:Its evils in a moment end,Its joys as soon are past;But, O! The bliss to which I tendEternally shall last.3 To that Jerusalem aboveWith singing I repair,While in the flesh, my hope and love,My heart and soul are there:There my exalted Saviour stands,My merciful high-priest,And still extends his wounded handsTo take me to his breast.4 What is there here to court my stay,To hold me back from home,While angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come?Shall I regret my parted friendsStill in the vale confin’d?Nay, but whene’er my soul ascends,They will not stay behind.5 The race we all are running now,And if I first attain,They too their willing head shall bow,They too the prize shall gain:Now on the brink of death we stand,And if I pass before,They all shall soon escape to land,And hail me on the shore.6 Then let me suddenly remove,That hidden life to share;I shall not lose my friends above,But more enjoy them there.There we in Jesus’ praise shall join,His boundless love proclaim,And solemnize in songs divineThe marriage of the Lamb.7 O what a blessed hope is ours!While here on earth we stay,We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day:We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ conceal’d,And with his glorious presence hereOur earthen vessels fill’d.8 O would he more of heaven bestow,And let the vessel break,And let our ransom’d spirits goTo grasp the God we seek:In rapturous awe on him to gazeWho bought the sight for me,And shout and wonder at his graceThro’ all eternity.Charles Wesley, Funeral Hymns No. 2 (1759) Languages: English
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How Happy Every Child of Grace

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Modern Hymnal #83 (1926) First Line: How happy ev'ry child of grace Lyrics: 1 How happy ev’ry child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiv’n! “This earth,” he cries, “is not my place, I seek my place in Heav’n— A country far from mortal sight, Which yet by faith I see, The land of rest, the saints’ delight, The Heav’n prepared for me.” 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! While here on earth we stay, We more than taste the heav’nly pow’rs, And antedate that day. We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ concealed, And with His glorious presence here Our earthen vessels filled. 3 O would He more of Heav’n bestow, And let the vessels break, And let our ransomed spirits go To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on Him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me; And shout and wonder at His grace Thro’ all eternity! Topics: Assurance; Grace; Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: MATERNA

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