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The Book of Praise.
'Tis Heaven begun below
To hear Christ's praises flow In Zion, where His Name is known:
What will it be above
To sing redeeming love, And cast our crowns before His throne!
When we adore Him there,
We shall be void of fear, Nor faith, nor hope, nor patience need :
Love will absorb us quite,
Love in the midst of light, On God's eternal love shall feed.
Oh ! what sweet company
We then shall hear and see ! What harmony will there abound !
When souls unnumber'd sing
The praise of Zion's King, Nor one dissenting voice is found!
With everlasting joy,
Such as will never cloy, We shall be fill'd, nor wish for more ;
Bright as meridian day,
Calm as the evening ray, Full as a sea without a shore.
Till that blest period come,
Zion shall be my home ; And may I never thence remove,
Till from the Church below
To heaven at once I go, And there commune in perfect love !
Joseph Swain, i