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166. In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes | 4-10s. |
| by J.G. Deck |
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| 1 | In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes, |
| Waiting to see the Morning Star arise; |
| How bright, how gladsome will His advent be, |
| Before the Sun shines forth in majesty! |
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| 2 | How will our eyes to see His face delight, |
| Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night! |
| How will our ears drink in His well-known voice, |
| Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice. |
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| 3 | No stain within; no foes or snares around; |
| No jarring notes shall there discordant sound; |
| All pure without, all pure within the breast; |
| No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest. |
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| 4 | If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love |
| Lift our poor hearts this weary world above; |
| If even here the taste of heavenly springs |
| So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings, |
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| 5 | What will the sunshine of His glory prove? |
| What the unmingled fullness of His love? |
| What hallelujahs will His presence raise? |
| What but one loud, eternal burst of praise! |
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