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Lord! who shall dwell above with thee,
Upon thy holy hill ?
Who shall those glorious prospects see
That heav'n with gladness fill ?
Those happy souls who use this world,
But the next only love;
Who travel thro' the present state,
But place their home above :
In that blest sphere where spirits bright,
Circle in glorious ring,
The sparkling throne of love supreme,
And ceaseless praises sing.
Oh ! may we climb those hills of light,
By saints and seraphs trod:
Shake off this cumbrous mortal coil,
And spring to meet our God !