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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."
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 concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.
By Grace Baptist Church4.8
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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."
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 concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.