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| Stanza | Denson | Cooper | ||||
| 1 |
Sweet rivers of redeeming love, Lie just before mine eyes; Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd to those regions fly. I'd rise superior to my pain, With joy outstrip the wind: I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, And leave the world behind. |
Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 1 |
Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
While I'm imprison'd here below, In anguish, pain, and smart, Oft times those troubles I forego, When love surrounds my heart. In darkest shadows of the night, Faith mounts the upper sky; I then behold my heart's delight, And would rejoice to die. |
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| 3 |
I view the monster death and smile, Now he has lost his sting; Though Satan rages all the while, I still the triumph sing. I hold my Saviour in my arms, And will not let him go; I'm so delighted with his charms, No other good I'd know. |
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| 4 |
A few more days, or years at most, My troubles will be o'er: I hope to join the heav'nly host, On Canaan's happy shore. My rapt'rous soul shall drink and feast In love's unbounded sea: The glorious hope of endless rest Is ravishing to me. |
Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 2 |
Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 2 |
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| 5 |
O! come, my Saviour, come away, And bear me through the sky; Nor let the chariot wheels delay; Make haste and brings it nigh. I long to see thy glorious face, And in thy image shine; To triumph in victorious grace, And be forever thine. |
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| 6 |
Then I will tune my harp of gold, To my eternal King; Through ages that can ne'er be told, I'll make his praises ring. All hail, eternal Son of God, Who died on Calvary; And sav'd me with thy precious blood From endless misery. |
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| 7 |
Ten thousand thousand join in one, To praise th' eternal Three; Prostrate before the blazing throne, In deep humility. They rise and tune their harps of gold, And sweet the immortal lyre; And ages that can ne'er be told, Shall raise thy praises higher. |
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