409 EDEN. 12s & 11s. 3 4 How sweet to reflect 1. 1 on Where glo-rified spirits with welcome shall greet me, And lead me to - shroud-ed, My happiness per-fect, my mind's sky unclouded, bound-ed, And range with delight thro' the Eden of Love. 1. There is a hap-py land, Far, far a-way, Where saints in glo-ry stand, Bright, bright as day. O. how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let His praises ring, Praise, praise for aye. 1269. P. M. 2. Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free! Blest, blest for aye. 3. Bright, in that happy land, beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand, love cannot die. Oh, then, to glory run; Be a crown and kingdom won; And bright, above the sun, We reign for aye. |
