97. JOY IN A DYING HOUR.To change for good alone my mingled stateIn this brief life, and what I have to holdBy God's firm word while endless years unfold,—This wakens joy; and this will be my fate,When soon shall come my final, worldly date.—Now hear I this—"O, chosen one, beholdWonders of love divine, by Christ unroll'd;—Come, share our bliss unmeasurably great!"—Not one is toss'd by tempest, all at rest;—Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng;—Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest;—All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.—Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voice—These scenes in vision—Dying I rejoice!
97. JOY IN A DYING HOUR.
To change for good alone my mingled stateIn this brief life, and what I have to holdBy God's firm word while endless years unfold,—This wakens joy; and this will be my fate,When soon shall come my final, worldly date.—Now hear I this—"O, chosen one, beholdWonders of love divine, by Christ unroll'd;—Come, share our bliss unmeasurably great!"—Not one is toss'd by tempest, all at rest;—Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng;—Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest;—All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.—Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voice—These scenes in vision—Dying I rejoice!
To change for good alone my mingled state
In this brief life, and what I have to hold
By God's firm word while endless years unfold,—
This wakens joy; and this will be my fate,
When soon shall come my final, worldly date.—
Now hear I this—"O, chosen one, behold
Wonders of love divine, by Christ unroll'd;—
Come, share our bliss unmeasurably great!"—
Not one is toss'd by tempest, all at rest;—
Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng;—
Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest;—
All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.—
Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voice—
These scenes in vision—Dying I rejoice!