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| HOPE OF GLORY - Longing and Praying |
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My King will soon come back again, |
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The sky be filled with Him; |
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The universe to be redeemed |
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Will see His light therein. |
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The Lord will soon fulfill His plan, |
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His footsteps now I hear; |
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His glorious frame I faintly see |
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Beginning to appear. |
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I’m longing for His presence blest |
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And dare not slothful be |
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While waiting for my Lord’s return, |
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His own dear self to see. |
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My only hope-the He may come |
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And change my faith to sight; |
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There is no other joy on earth |
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Which gives my heart delight. |
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My heart is always with Himself, |
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My eyes are heavenward, |
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My lips would utter nothing else |
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Than meeting with my Lord. |
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The coming of the Lord draws nigh, |
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His coming is for me; |
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His promise ever standeth firm |
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And soon fulfilled I’ll see. |
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My Savior, all Thy holy words |
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Can never doubted be; |
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With them encouraged day by day, |
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I’m faithful unto Thee. |
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Oh, may Thy glory soon appear, |
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The foe be overthrown; |
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Thy promises be realized, |
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And we brought to Thy throne. |
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Thy saving arm a refuge is, |
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My Savior God, to me; |
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Thou as the father keepeth them; |
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Who put their trust in Thee. |
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The sheep and shepherd are of one, |
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The head and body same; |
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None e’er can pluck from out Thy hand |
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The child who trusts Thy Name. |
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A thousand hands won’t hinder me, |
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Nor will ten thousand eyes; |
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The thorns upon the road but help |
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Me onward to the prize. |
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Arise, my spirit and my heart, |
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And let the world go by; |
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The Lord of life will take me soon |
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To be with Him on high. |
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Thou healing sun! Thou hope of man! |
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I really love Thy ray. |
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Oh, righteous Lord! oh, glorious King! |
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I bow to Thee and pray: |
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Oh, may Thou soon ascend Thy throne |
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And quickly show Thy face; |
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Thy heav’nly kingdom may Thou |
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found |
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And grant all men Thy grace. |
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The truth should triumph and be king, |
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And freedom should be queen; |
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But falsehood, which has rampant run, |
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Head of the world is seen. |
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We ask Thee, Truth, to quickly come |
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And bring Thy light from heav’n; |
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The foe be crushed and all Thy sons |
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Into Thy bosom giv’n. |