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C. M.
Newness of life.
Rom. 6:4.
How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!
This earth, he cries, is not my place—
I seek my home in heaven.
2 A country far from mortal sight,
Yet O, by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint’s delight,
The heaven prepared for me.
3 O what a blesséd hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day.
4 We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here,
Our earthen vessels filled.
5 O, would he all of heaven bestow!
Then like our Lord we’ll rise;
Our bodies, fully ransomed, go
To take the glorious prize.
6 On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,
Who bought the bliss for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace,
Through all eternity.
C. Wesley.