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COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, With vigour arise, And press to our permanent place in the skies. |
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2 | Of heavenly birth, Though wandering on earth, This is not our place; But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess. |
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3 | The Saviour did call, We gave up our all; And still we forgo For Jesus’ dear sake our enjoyments below. |
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4 | No longing we find For the country behind; But onward we move, And still we are seeking a country above: |
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5 | A country of joy, And free from alloy, We thither repair: Our hearts and our treasure already are there. |
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6 | The rougher our way, The shorter our stay; The tempests that rise Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies. |
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Charles Wesley, 1707-88 |