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Rev. 15:2, 3.
Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise,
Around Jehovah’s throne;
Songs of celestial joy they raise,
To mortal lips unknown.
2 Upon the sea of glass they stand
In shining robes of light;
The harps of God are in their hand,
They rest not day or night.
3 O! for an angel’s perfect love,
A seraph’s soaring wing,
To sing with thousand saints above,
The triumphs of our King.
4 On earth our feeble voice we try,
In weakness and in shame,
We bless, we laud, we magnify,
We conquer in his name.
5 But, O! with pure and sinless heart,
His mercies to adore,
My God, to know thee as thou art,
Nor grieve thy Spirit more!
6 O! blessed hope! a “little while,”
And we, amidst that throng,
Shall live in our Redeemer’s smile,
And swell the immortal song.