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(Wesley) |
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I know that my Redeemer lives, |
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And ever prays for me; |
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A token of His love He gives, |
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A pledge of liberty. |
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I find him lifting up my head, |
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He brings salvation near, |
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His presence makes me free indeed, |
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And He will soon appear. |
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He wills that I should holy be, |
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What can withstand His will? |
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The counsel of His grace in me |
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He surely shall fulfill. |
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Jesus, I hang upon Thy Word; |
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I steadfastly believe |
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Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord |
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And to Thyself receive, |
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Joyful in hope, my spirit soars |
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To meet Thee from above, |
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Thy goodness thankfully adores; |
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And sure I taste Thy love. |
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Thy love I soon expect to find, |
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In all its depth and height; |
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To comprehend the eternal mind, |
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And grasp the Infinite. |
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When God is Mine and I am His, |
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Of paradise possessed, |
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I taste unutterable bliss, |
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And everlasting rest. |
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The bliss of those that fully dwell, |
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Fully in Thee believe, |
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’Tis more than angel tongues can tell, |
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Or angel minds conceive. |
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Thou only knowst, Who didst obtain, |
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And die to make it known; |
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The great salvation now explain, |
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And perfect us in one! |