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Rh  Oh! live the life of prayer The life of faith in the meek Son of God The life of tireless labor for His sake: So may the angel of the Covenant bring Thee to thy home in bliss, with many a gem To glow forever in thy Master's crown.

 

! Home! its glorious threshhold
 * Through parted clouds I see,

Those mansions by a Saviour bought,
 * Where I have long'd to be,

And lo! a bright unnumber'd host
 * O'erspread the heavenly plain,

Not one is silent—every harp
 * Doth swell the adoring strain.

Fain would my soul be praising
 * Amid that sinless throng,

Fain would my voice be raising
 * Their everlasting song,—

Hark! Hark! they bid me hasten
 * To leave the fainting clay,

Friends! hear ye not the welcome sound?
 * "Arise, and come away."

Before the dawn of morning
 * These lower skies shall light,

I shall have joined their company
 * Above this realm of night,

