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CLXXII. A Christian passing through death to glory

1 'Tis Jesus calls my soul away,
I hear his voice and I obey;
For sure his wondrous power to save,
Strangely perfumes the wasting grave.

2 My weakness, weariness and pain,
My glorious leader can sustain,
To heal the wounds of sin and death
He bids me look to him by faith.

3 Faith like an anchor, through the vail,
Secures a hold that cannot fail;
There, through a Saviour's cleansing blood,
Beholds a reconciled God.

4 This tottering frame I feel give way,
My sight decays, I lose the day;
But sure I fell a power divine,
And heav'nly glories round me shine.

5 In love triumphing now i sing,
Death and the grace have lost their ting,
Adieu, corruption, sin and pain,
With Jesus now I live and reign.

6 O the bright glories of the place,
What radiant smiles from Jesu's face1
Too bright for mortal heart to bear
'Tis heaven itself I see and hear.

7 Strangely inspir'd, I find my tongue
Can speak my feelings in my song,
And all the heav'nly armies join,
To sing Messiah all divine.

Text Information

• First Line: 'Tis Jesus calls my soul away
• Title: A Christian passing through death to glory
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1799
• Topic: Christian: Passing to glory

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