447 ~ Long Upon the Mountains
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Long upon the mountains weary, Have the scattered flock been torn; Dark the desert paths, and dreary; Grievous trials have they borne. Now the gathering call is sounding, Solemn in its warning voice; Union, faith, and love, abounding, Bid the little flock rejoice.
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Now the light of truth they're seeking, In its onward track pursue; All the ten commandments keeping, They are holy, just, and true. On the words of life they're feeding, Precious to their taste so sweet; All their Master's precepts heeding, Bowing humbly at His feet.
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In that light of light and beauty, In that golden city fair, Soon its pearly gates they'll enter, And of all its glories share. There, divine the soul's expansions; Free from sin, and death, and pain; Tears will never dim those mansions Where the saints immortal reign.
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Soon He comes! with clouds descending; All His saints, entombed arise; The redeemed, in anthems blending, Shout their vict'ry thro' the skies. O, we long for Thine appearing; Come, O Savior, quickly come! Blessed hope! our spirits cheering, Take Thy ransomed children home.