269. O God, the Spring of All Our Joys

C.M.
by I. Watts
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O God, the spring of all our joys,
 
The life of our delights:
 
The glory of our brightest days,
 
The comfort of our nights.
2
The opened heaven around us throws
 
Fresh beams of sacred bliss,
 
The Savior shows that He is ours,
 
And whispers we are His.
3
Our souls would leave this cumbrous clay,
 
At that transporting word;
 
And brightened hope brings near the day,
 
To meet and see the Lord.
“In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” (1 Corinthians 15:52)
“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first.” (1 Thessalonians 4:16)
“Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” (1 Thessalonians 4:17)
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